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 part one of two of Chapter 11. We're near the end people. This and the next chapter are basically the end of this little tale here, with an epilogue designed in the same style as my interludes. I have decided to write a sequel to this because there are a few things that didn't happen in this story that some people want, for example Piccolo and Gohan having a child. So it's official, there's gonna be more. I have no idea about timing, it might be a while or I might start writing right away if the other stories I'm working on hit a wall. I'll keep ya'll updated.

I hope everyone enjoys this chapter.

Warnings for this chapter: Just look at the title for this chapter...I think it explains what is going on in this chapter.


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Chapter 11 – Labor Intensive

WC: 3,050

Vegeta was feeling antsy…and he had no idea why.

He just couldn’t sit still, even though he really couldn’t move much with his huge, nine month pregnant belly. He felt like this since he woke up that morning in his mate’s arms, his cub shifting uncomfortably inside him. If his back didn’t ache as much as it did he would be pacing around as he tried to figure out why his senses were on edge.

His mate and sons were in the kitchen preparing food for their usual Friday night gathering with Roshi and Krillin’s family. He had been shooed away an hour before, told to go rest because he wasn’t much help in the kitchen anymore, his stomach got in the way too much.

Uub had decided to spend some time at home. His training was nearly complete, as he was quite the prodigy and picked up everything very quickly. Vegeta suspected the boy would be done in a few more months, and then he and Goku could finally fight like his mate had been dying to do for so long. Vegeta was proud of the boy, especially with how much he took to the idea of Vegeta being pregnant. When not training Uub could be found helping Vegeta around the house or just sitting next to him, hand on his belly feeling the growing life inside. But he was gone for the next couple of weeks so Vegeta would have to get by without the boy’s constant presence.

He padded around the living room before he finally had to sit because his lower back was hurting and he was feeling tired. He groaned as his stomach twinged and his cub shifted around, like the kid was running or something. He rubbed the sore spot, closing his eyes to try and make the pain go away. He breathed a sigh of relief when it did.

His head whipped up as the doorbell rang, hearing voices fill the entry way as everyone arrived. He slowly got up, walking out of the living room and watching as everyone headed into the dining room. Just as Vegeta was about to enter the room he paused, looking down the hallway at the backdoor. He stood and stared at it for a while before walking (he was not waddling, damn it) to the door, slipping outside.

He took a deep breath of air, not turning as he heard his mate and a few others follow him out. “What are you doing out here Babe,” Goku asked worriedly, quickly by his mate’s side, wrapping the smaller man in his arms.

Vegeta didn’t look at Goku, just gazed around at the outside world. “I feel like eating outside tonight,” he whispered, moving forward again, but not getting far because of his lover’s hold. He finally turned and glared at the man. “Let me go. I want to go eat by our cave Kakarot.”

“But why,” Goku asked, not quite releasing Vegeta yet.

Vegeta was silent for a moment, huffing and futilely trying to tug himself out of Goku’s strong arms. “There’s no reason Kakarot. I just feel like it,” he said, getting angry and glaring as hard as he could at his gentle mate.

Goku held on before sighing and letting go. “Okay Vegeta. How about we all go eat at the cave. It’ll be like a picnic,” he said cheerfully, ignoring Vegeta’s anger like he usually did.

Vegeta just huffed before stalking off, not saying anything, just wanting to be at the cave as soon as possible. He didn’t know why but he had the strongest urge to get outside and go to that place where he felt comfortable and most like a Saiyan.

He heard Goku tell everyone to grab some food and follow him, as he would lead them to where they were going to have their picnic style dinner. Vegeta wasn’t far, as walking was a difficulty now, when Goku and everyone else had caught up and they headed off together as a group. They arrived in minutes, spreading out the food around the clearing in front of the mouth of the cave, Krillin starting a fire and Gohan laying out blankets for them to sit on. They sat in a circle around the fire, passing around food as the sun began to set behind the mountains.

Vegeta began to feel his tension ease and the antsy feeling from that morning flowing out of his body. He sat on the ground cradled in his mate’s thighs. He smiled at the jokes, added his two cents in when necessary, but otherwise just relaxed in Goku’s strong hold, letting the happy atmosphere flow over him.

…And of course that was when it happened.

“UGH,” Vegeta cried out, dropping his plate of food to clutch at his stomach, forehead breaking out into a sweat.

Goku jumped back at the sound before he shot forward, coming to kneel before his mate, reaching out to try and help. “What’s wrong Vegeta,” he asked anxiously, vaguely noticing that everyone else was gathering close in worry.

Vegeta panted harshly before he suddenly went limp, falling into Goku’s outstretched hands. He breathed deep for a few moments, trying to compose himself. He had one hand clutching Goku’s shoulder while the other snaked down over his belly. His hand encountered dampness at the base of his stomach and he closed his eyes as realization set in.

It seems it was time for the baby to come…

He looked up at his frantic mate, seeing their sons right behind him with everyone else standing a few steps further away, but no less anxious than the men before the prince. His eyes locked with Goku’s, and he smiled faintly at the man.

“It’s time my love,” he whispered, before his face pinched and he hunched over as another contraction wracked his body with pain. His breath came out in frantic pants as he clenched his eyes shut, hand holding his stomach as he rode out the waves of pain before he relaxed as the contraction passed.

“It’s time for what Babe? What’s going on,” Goku said franticly, eyes open and wild.

Vegeta growled, glaring weakly at his unhelpful mate. “It’s time for the baby to come Baka,” he ground out, bracing himself for the next contraction he was sure to come.

If at all possible, Goku’s eyes became even bigger as panic and shock set into his system. He clutched Vegeta’s shoulders tight, shaking him lightly. “Are you sure? What do I do? Shouldn’t I get hot water…oh or I should help you breathe…or maybe I have to tell you to push…or–“

Gohan and Trunks jumped out of the way as Goku went sailing pass them, crashing through five trees before finally coming to a stop with his head lodged in a tree trunk. Everyone turned fearful eyes on a trembling pregnant prince, some even taking a step back at the fire in Vegeta’s eyes. The prince panted hard, still clutching his stomach with one hand and the other was raised in a fist in the place where Goku was once kneeling.

“Baka,” Vegeta grumbled, slowly getting up and glaring in the direction his mate went flying. “He’s not supposed to help.”

Gohan came forward when Vegeta swayed as another contraction hit, wrapping an arm around his Papa’s shoulders to steady the smaller man. Goten came up as well, reaching out his hands and grabbing Vegeta’s own. Vegeta smiled through the pain at his boys.

“Why can’t Dad help Pops,” Gohan asked as he and Goten held the prince tight.

“It’s…not…erg…his place,” he gasped out.

“What do you mean,” Goten asked quietly, watching as Vegeta’s body relaxed in relief as the pain passed again.

“I mean he’ll just get in the way. All Doms do, your uncle told me,” Vegeta said quietly, glancing meaningfully at his son Trunks who stood awkwardly to the side.

“Then you have to do this on your own,” Gohan asked anxiously.

Vegeta shook his head where it lay tiredly against his oldest son’s shoulder. “No, you two are supposed to help me. Radditz said Subs always help one another during a delivery,” he said slowly, straightening himself up just a bit.

Both Gohan and Goten looked at their Papa in shock, exchanging confused glances at one another. “I don’t think we’ll be much help Papa,” Goten said.

Vegeta chuckled, looking at his two sons in turn. “Trust me, you’ll know what to do. And I know you’ll both be much more help than that man,” Vegeta said jerking his head towards something behind them.

Goten and Gohan looked over, along with everyone else, at the man slowly approaching them. His clothes were nearly shredded, and he had cuts littering practically every inch of exposed skin. His hair was in more disarray than usual, twigs and leaves decorating the mangy black mane. And he had his hand behind his head, scratching with his trademark sheepishness, broad smile firmly in place.

Vegeta rolled his eyes at the scene, glaring at his mate. “Kakarot you’re going to stay out here,” Vegeta said, reaching out to place a hand on Goten’s and Gohan’s shoulders.

“But Vegeta…” Goku said, coming forward.

“No Kakarot. You won’t be able to help, you’ll just get in the way which is the last thing I need. Stay out here with Trunks. You’ll know when it’s time for you to come in.”

“Come in where?”

“The cave you dolt.”

And without another word Vegeta turned away, weakly dragging Gohan and Goten behind him and they entered the cave. He finally collapsed once he was within reach of the bed, clutching his stomach as spasms flowed through his body. Once the contraction passed he climbed properly onto the bed, letting his body relax against the stack of furs at one end that served as a large pillow. He closed his eyes, trying not to get overwhelmed by the experience, before he opened them to see his two boys…no men, standing there waiting anxiously, both wringing their hands together and fidgeting. He sighed, lifting his hand from his belly and showing them what was happening.

“Pops you’re bleeding,” Gohan cried out, dropping to his knees next to Vegeta’s lounging body, reaching out shaking hands to touch his Papa’s stomach.

“Yes. But that’s supposed to happen. I don’t exactly have the equipment to have babies like women do. So when a Saiyan goes into labor we have to make the birth canal along with actually having the baby,” Vegeta explained calmly, wincing as another contraction started, but it wasn’t as bad because he was getting used to it.

Gohan nodded slowly in understanding. He reached out an gently and lifted the prince’s bloodstained shirt, looking with wide eyes at what looked like an incision at the base of Vegeta’s stomach, with blood slowly oozing out sluggishly. A hand landed on his shoulder and he looked up at his Papa. “It’s alright. It’s supposed to happen. And I trust you to help me. Goten come here,” Vegeta said calmly, sitting up and placing a hand on each man’s shoulder. “We are going to get through this. Goten I need you to go to the house and get supplies. Gohan I need you to stay here. I can’t be alone right now.”

Both men nodded in understanding. Vegeta rattled off a few things they were going to need, like towels and a few sets of clothes for himself and the new baby. Goten darted out of the cave after he had the list, not pausing to tell anyone what was going on inside the cave, just running to the house and returning as quickly as possible.

After Goten had gone, it was Gohan’s duty to start a fire close to the bed and to help Vegeta out of his bloody clothes and under a soft fur pelt. Gohan tore off the clean part of Vegeta’s shirt and wet it in the small natural waterfall in the back of the cave, using it to wipe at his Papa’s sweating brow. Goten was back in moments with armfuls of towels, laying them out before dashing out of the cave again to get more supplies. Gohan grabbed a few towels and wrapped them around Vegeta’s stomach to soak up the blood coming from the incision forming on his stomach.

Hours passes in slow repetition, nothing changing except for the size of the incision and the timing between Vegeta’s painful contractions. Gohan noticed early on that the cut seemed grow about a millimeter after each contraction. They had gotten through the entire night, Goten and Gohan taking turns wiping at Vegeta’s forehead and changing the bloody towels.

Goku, they saw, was pacing outside while everyone else stood or sat around the fire, some dosing off as the hours passed. Goku would come to mouth of the cave whenever Vegeta cried out in pain and wring his hands together, but backing away when Gohan and Goten glared at him.

The sky was brightening ever so slowly, to that sweet blue color before sunrise. And Vegeta realized that it was time.

“Gohan, Goten…get over here,” he rasped out, raising up on his elbows and spreading his legs, bending his knees.

Both of his sons rushed over with wide, questioning eyes. But one look at their Papa told them all they needed to know. Goten went and collected all of the towels they had left along with a bucket. Gohan first added more padding behind Vegeta’s head so he could sit up more easily, then he went and knelt between Vegeta’s thighs, pulling up the fur covering his Papa.

His eyes fixed on the bloody hole at the base of the prince’s stomach, glancing up to his Papa’s face as he cried out and his muscles tensed as a contraction wracked his body. “I guess this is it,” Gohan murmured, looking to his side where his brother sat, waiting to help. Their gazes caught and they both slowly gulped before turning back to their parent.

And if these two boys were nervous Goku was about to pass out.


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Goku had been on his feet all night. Everyone else had taken naps or at least sat down as the evening became night and the night inched its way to day. He kept anxiously looking into the cave, but he couldn’t see much because a large fire stood between him and the bed his mate lay on.

Several times he made his way to the mouth of the cave at the cry of his lover, wanting desperately to help but backed down at the looks he got from his boys. They definitely got their refined skills of glaring from their Papa.

He had made quite the little trench in the dirt from his pacing, and if he had smoked, he would have been chain-smoking and littering the ground with cigarette butts. He hadn’t changed his clothes, even after them being torn up from his little trip through the forest. His hair was fluffed from his hands threading through the strands over and over with the stress of the situation.

“Gohan, Goten…get over here,” Goku heard his mate say. His head whipped around, staring anxiously into the cave, standing on his tip toes to try and get a view over the fire and his two sons at the man who just spoke. He watched as Goten and Gohan both started moving without another word. He saw Vegeta propped up a bit more and his youngest son gathering some towels.

He heard his mate scream, and he whimpered, one hand pulling at his hair and the other at his mouth as he chewed his nails down to the quick. He resumed his pacing, wincing every time his mate let out a cry. He also heard his mate mutter something to their sons but he couldn’t decipher the words around the crackling of the fire and the harsh panting of his mate.

“Damn it,” Vegeta wailed, causing Goku along with everyone else waiting to jump at the loud sound. Little birds just beginning to greet the day sprang away and fluttered into the air, hoping to find another venue where their music will be much more appreciated.

Goku moaned, pulling at his hair in distress at the pained cries coming from his mate. Trunks laid a comforting hand on his father’s shoulder and the taller man looked at him with gratitude for his support. They smiled faintly at one another.

“Oh that is it Kakarot. The second I’m out of here…ergh…I’m cutting off your balls…ugh…and serving them to you on a silver platter you perverted sex junkie…ahhhh…I’m never letting you near me again…damn it…”

All color drained from Goku's face and he felt his balls draw up into his body in fear. He chuckled humorlessly, one eye twitching as he looked at Trunks. “Heh, heh. Well you know Vegeta. What a kidder he is…heh…heh…”

Goku and Trunks gulped, glancing back at the cave with fear. After Vegeta’s last threat he dissolved into painful moans and groans and everyone waited anxiously.

And just as the sun began to spread its light over the mountain tops did a cry erupt from the cave, along with another light, of a completely different origin. The group waiting all watched with wide, disbelieving eyes as the mouth of the cave lit up with a glow they were all familiar with. The glow of a Super Saiyan. A hush fell over them as the cries of a baby flowed out of the cave just like the light was and they all began turning to one another with smirks and smiles. Goku, of course wearing the biggest smile of all.

For a few moments, as the cries of a baby filled the morning air, everyone rejoiced at the magical wonder of a new full-blooded Saiyan whom had just entered their world. Goku was about to march right into that cave so he could be with his new family but the words that came from his mate made him stop short.

“No, no, no. I can’t do it. Oh Kami NO,” Vegeta screamed over the sound of the baby’s cries.

Goku felt his eyes widen, terrified at what could be wrong.


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(author glances up)...dang...sorry about that cliffhanger...that's rather cruel of me. (blush)

Review, review, review please. You can also scream at me about the unfairness of where I left off. (glances up again) Yeah, feel free to rant and rave.

This chapter was supposed to be posted a couple of days ago but my body kinda shut down on me on Monday and I had to go to the ER. I'm alright, I think. No one really knows what's wrong with me. The only conclusive thing is I feel like shit. I want to post the last part of this chapter soon, but if you don't hear from me for a while, suffice to say something's up with my health.

TTFN (for those of you who don't know that means, it's "Ta Ta For Now", Tigger's trademark goodbye)