My flesh my blood

Third Chapter


*** The next morning at Capsule Corp. ***

Vegeta finished putting on his Saiyan armour and ed hid his room. He walked through the house, heading for the front door. Bulma then came across his path and stopped him.

“Where are you going?”

“None of your business, woman.”

“Yes it is, mister high and mighty. I want you to watch on Trunks today.”

“Why would I watch the brat?”

“Because I tell you to.”

“And you think I’m just going to obey you?” He replied, irritated.

“Yes you will! You’ve never done anything for Trunks, so you’re gonna start now.”

“The brat is none of my concern right now woman.”

“Will you stop calling me woman; I have a name for your information! And the `brat` in question is named Trunks!”

“I’ll call you two by whatever I want. Now, I have to go.”

Frustrated, she tried to slap him, but he didn’t even flinch. She brought her hand to her chest as it began to ache from the blow. Vegeta laughed at her and passed by her. She regained herself immediately and glared at his back. Then, an evil smile appeared on her face and she talked in a low tone.

“If you don’t bring Trunks with you today, you won’t put a foot in this house again for a complete month. And at your return, the couch will be pleased to have you for a couple of weeks.”

That stopped the Saiyan prince, who looked back with wide eyes.

“You ... wouldn’t.” He said, looking nervous.

“Of course I would, it would just be more food for the rest of the house and less complaining to hear. As for me, it will just let me more place in the bed to sleep, what a shame.” She replied with a smile of triumph as she turned her back to him.

“Damn you! Where is the brat?!”

“You see, you can never win against me. Where are you going?”

“Will you stop asking questions all the time?! I’m going to the brat’s house, now where is the little brat? ”

“The brat’s house…? Oh, you mean Gohan’s? Vegeta, now you can observe the utility of names, if you call every child ‘brat’, people confuse them!”

Vegeta growled in frustration and glared at her. Bulma just laughed and shrugged at his anger.

“Trunks is in the living room. Have a good day my dear.” She said as she walked away.

“You’ll pay for that.” Vegeta muttered to himself as he went downstairs and to the living room.

Trunks was sleeping in a crib, so he just took him out and held himer her his arm like a package. Vegeta then ran to the door and took off into the sky. Trunks awoke to the abrupt gestures and shrieked before starting to cry loudly, to his father’s despair. As they flew, the screaming and crying just got louder. Vegeta put a hand to the baby’s mouth to shut him up.

“Will you stop already!? My eardrums will burst at this rate! You’re worst than your mother.”

Trunks didn’t like the hand on his mouth at all and bit down hard on one of the fingers, barely cutting it.

“AAAHHHH! SHIMATTA!” Vegeta screamed as he dropped Trunks to grab his bleeding finger.

“Damn that brat! He has fucking strong jaws!”

He then remarked that the baby was falling under him and was about to hit the ground. He hurriedly flew to him and caught him before the impact. The man landed and deposed Trunks on the ground to check his own wound. He took of his now bloody glove. The baby’s teeth had gone all the way through the flesh and had stopped to the bone. He glared at the little one at his feet.

“I hope you’re proud of yourself, you barely amputated me.”

Trunks just licked at the blood on his little lips and giggled happily, clapping his hands up to his father’s face.

“Laugh as you can, you’ll pay for it.” Vegeta said sharply.

The infant just grinned and tried to lick more blood from his lips.

“You liked that didn’t you?”

Trunks shrieked happily.

“Well you won’t have any chance to do it again!”

Vegeta tore a part of his glove, throwing the bloody thing to the ground, and wrapped it around his bleeding finger to hide the wound. He then took Trunks back under his arm and elevated himself into the air before going toward the little house in the mountains.

He landed some time later in the front yard. Casually, he approached the door and knocked on it waiting for an answer. He had hoped that Gohan would be the one to answer, but to his despair, Chichi came in view. She stared in wonder at him before he tried to enter. She just blocked the way.

“Vegeta, what are you doing here?”

The Ouji’s voice turned sarcastic as he answered. “Oh well, I was having a little walk and I decide to come by to say hello.”

He glared at her as his voice returned to its normal tone.

“Seriously human, why would I come in that lost pit of that mud ball of a planet if not to spar with your boy?”

“Funny, I didn’t even know you had any sense of humour. But Gohan is studying, he can’t fight.”

“To hell with the studies! He’s half Saiyan, he doesn’t need that! Besides, he’s already smart enough for a kid.”

He pushed her to the side and entered the house. She then saw Trunks pinned under his arm, she barely made a heart attack.

“That’s not a way to carry a baby!”

“Mind your business, you’re not gonna tell me how to act with MY brat.”

Gohan came into the hall at that moment, glancing at them both.

“Why are you here Vegeta?” He asked.

“Come with me, I want to fi-”

“No! He’s studying!” Chichi interrupted.

“Don’t cut me when I’m speaking woman, you could regret it.” He told her in a warning tone.

“Get out of my house!” She said, pointing the door.

“I won’t get out if the boy doesn’t come with me.”

“Yes you will! Get out!”

“No, I won’t.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

Gohan just looked at them, amused by their arguing, as they continued. When he saw that the Saiyan was about to hit his mother, he decided to interfere, knowing that the fun had ended. He walked between them, facing his mother.

“Look mom, I finished my studying and Vegeta-san won’t get out until he has what he wants, trust me.”

“But-”

“Please, let me go with him.”

“...Ok then. I want you home before dinner, is that clear?”

“I swear mom.” He said as he walked to Vegeta’s side.

Vegeta smirked at Chichi and handed her Trunks.

“Keep my brat while we’re gone.”

She sighed in defeat and took the baby in her arms before walking out of the hall and to the kitchen.

Vegeta and Gohan exited the house and elevated themselves into the air.

“Where are we going?” Gohan asked.

“Follow me.” Vegeta said as he took off in a direction.

They flew side by side for some minutes before Vegeta stopped and pointed to a vast forest under them. They landed and Vegeta made sure there wasn’t anybody around.

“We aren’t here to spar, right?” Gohan asked with an annoyed gaze.

“Yes, you’re right. I want to explain what’s going on to you.” Vegeta stated, glancing at Gohan’s tummy.

Gohan just looked away.

“I know what’s happening; it would be useless for you to explain.”

“They’re things you need to know boy, and I wouldn’t waste my time here if it was useless.”

“You think I don’t know what’s going on!? I’m pregnant with my father’s child because he raped me! There isn’t anything more about it!”

“Yes, there is more! So you'll just keep silent because I don’t want to repeat myself.”

“What will it change?”

“Nothing, but you’ll understand Kakarott’s behaviour and-”

“As if I wanted to know!” Gohan said as he turned his back on Vegeta.

The older Saiyan moved before he could react and Gohan found himself pinned to a tree by a hand on his throat. Vegeta looked at him with annoying and anger in his eyes.

“Now, boy, you will shut up and listen. I’m not here to waste my time with an arrogant brat like you. If you don’t want my help, just tell me and I’ll leave you in the shit you're in. And trust me, you are in deep shit. I’m the only one who can help you for that matter so you will show some respect. Is that clear?”

“Yes, I’m sorry.” Gohan apologised.

Vegeta let go of his throat and he fell on the ground. He then took a sitting position and waited for Vegeta to talk. The Saiyan sat in front of him and crossed his arms in his usual posture.

“So, I hate to admit it, but it will be like a class on Saiyan biology.”

Gohan nodded and Vegeta continued.

“Twice in their lives, Saiyan males go into a period named rut, or heat if you prefer. It can happen anytime; it depends on the Saiyan himself. As for you, your first period could begin tomorrow as it could happen in 15 years, nobody knows. When a Saiyan is in heat, he has only one idea in mind: have sex and breed. He won’t stop trying until it’s done and here is the dangerous side, the rut can last for years and stops only when the system senses a change in the ki of the other partner, indicting that she or he is pregnant. But the worst is, if a Saiyan stays in heat for more than 2 years, it might affect his mind and he could go insane. If you must know, you’re lucky Kakarott got you pregnant that fast, ‘cause it would have been worst for you if he hadn’t.”

“ You mean that he knows I’m pregnant!? ”

“No, it was all subconscious and plus, he knows nothing about that matter. He would have known if he had been raised on Vegetasei.”

“But why me? He could have made it with my mother!”

“There must have been a problem with the harpy. He told you it was her fault right?”

Gohan nodded. Vegeta thought of it for a minute and talked again.

“To resume, Kakarott came back from space and went in heat one year after, or before that. He must have tried to have sex with his woman but she just rejected him for whatever reason, but since she’s not Saiyan, his body didn’t necessarily want her so he didn’t force anything. But then you hit puberty and your reproductive system activated itself. Kakarott’s instincts sensed it and he subconsciously started to desire you. He just waited to be alone with you and... You know the end.”

“…”

“You understand?”

“Yeah, I guess so. And what will I do? I can’t keep a baby.” Gohan said.

“I talked with the Namek about that fact, and if you agree, he will keep your brat and raise it on Kami’s lookout.”

“I don’t care, do what you want.”

Vegeta sighed and stood up.

“We still have a major problem, if I judged right; it’s been 2 months that you’re pregnant, so you still have 3 months to go through before giving birth. Since Saiyan pregnancy only lasts 5 months.”

Gohan just snorted.

“And where is the problem in that?”

“Think for aond!ond! Your damned stomach will continue to grow bigger for at least the 2 next months! And hear me clearly here, there is no way in hell I’m letting your mother know about this.”

“What the heck am I supposed to do about that?!”

“I don’t know right now, I’ll try to make up something with the Namek.”

“What a joy.” Gohan replied sarcastically.

Vegeta glared at him but Gohan just glared back. The Saiyan turned his back to the other and walked away a bit before turning back toward Gohan with a mean smile.

“I have nothing else to discuss with you brat. Oh and by the way, no spar for you anymore, could be bad for your health in the situation you’re in. I’ll make sure to warn your dear sensei about that. And, most appealing of all, keep yourself near a toilet for the times to come, ‘cause be sure you’ll be sick, extremely sick.”

Vegeta snickered at the look of despair on Gohan’s face and took off toward the little house to take back Trunks.

Gohan got to his feet and sighed sadly.

“Let’s just hope that bastard finds something to hide that shit from mother.”

He then took off into the sky too to get back to his house.

Gohan landed not long after in the front yard and heard screaming from the house. He sighed again and entered the house.

“Give me my fucking brat you crazy onna!” Vegeta roared at Chichi, who had a crying Trunks in her arms.

“Stop screaming! You’re making him cry!”

Chichi was glaring daggers at the saiyan prince, who was red in furry.

“If you don’t give him to me now I’ll blow this place into oblivion you bitch!”

Gohan rolled his eyes and walked to his mother calmly.

“Mom, give him Trunks, he’s his son anyway and his damn screeching is making me nuts.”

Chichi was stunned at Gohan’s rash words, never had he ever talk to her like that. Vegeta just kept growling at both of them. When the demi saiyan saw that his mother wasn’t reacting he just snatched the crying Trunks from her arms and shoved him in Vegeta’s. It’s just when he finally began to head for his room that Chichi reacted and completely forgot Vegeta.

“Son Gohan! Since when are you allowed to talk like that!? Come back here right now young boy! I will not accept such a language in my own house, especially from you!”

Gohan ignored her and slammed his door behind him. Chichi gaped in disbelief and turned to Vegeta, but he had already left with Trunks.


*** A week later ***

Piccolo fled toward Gohan’s house through the early morning sky. He was about to lend before the front door but chose otherwise, not wanting to deal with the psychotic onna. He silently walked to Gohan’s room window and took a look inside. The room was empty but he heard a walking sound coming from the hallway. The door opened slowly and a sick looking Gohan entered. His face was paler than original and he had black marks under his eyes. Piccolo knocked slightly on the window and Gohan turned to him. The demi saiyan uttered a weak smile at the sight of his mentor and opened the window to let him in. The namek passed with a little difficulty and sat on the edge of the bed, motioning to Gohan to sit next to him.

“You look awful Gohan, are you ok?” Piccolo asked with great concern.

Gohan sat next to him.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just started throwing up like mad yesterday morning.”

“Vegeta told me this would happen. What did your mother say?”

“To stay to bed of course. But what are you here for?”

“To pick you up, you’re going to come to live with me until you give birth. And I’ll say to your mother I’m taking you for a 3 months intensive training trip.”

“Like if she will agree.” Gohan mourned.

“I’m taking you with me, that she wants it or not. It’s the only way to hide your pregnancy from her anyway.”

“Don’t mention that anymore, please. I don’t want to think of it.”

“I’m sorry; I won’t if it’s what you wish.”

“Thank you.”

Gohan closed his eyes slightly and rested his head against Piccolo’s chest. The namek stroked the half-saiyan’s hair gently and laid him back against the bed. Gohan let him and smiled softly as Piccolo put him under his blankets and stood to leave.

“Sleep well Gohan.”

The namek left the room by the door and walked to the kitchen, where Chichi was cooking. She turned back suddenly as Piccolo’s weight made the wooden floor crack as he walked.

“What are you doing here?”

“I want to take Gohan with me for a training trip around the Earth. Before you refuse, I want to tell you that I don’t expect us to do just training; I thought that the kid would have fun learning about the different civilisations around the planet, and that it could be a good way for him to study them. So he would have the training Goku would want him to have and the studies in the same time.”

Piccolo took a deep breath, having thrown out all the goods reasons he could have found.

Chichi seemed in deep thought and Piccolo was stressing. He never had to invent such a lie and wasn’t sure if the woman would actually believe him. And he was wondering if Chichi had heard the disgusted note of his voice at his own mention of Goku.

“Do you agree?” Piccolo asked, seeming perfectly clam.

“How long?”

“3 months.”

“Is Vegeta going with you?”

“No, why?”

“It’s alright then, I don’t want that monster near my son, he’s a bad influence on him.”

Piccolo sighed in relief.

“You sure it’s ok?”

“Well, as long as he keeps studying it’s alright. And plus, Gohan will be happy. It’s still hard for me to accept it, but you’re the only friend he has.”

Piccolo was astonished. Was she really the Chichi he knew?! He was curious about her strange behaviour but decided to take advantage of the situation.

“I’ll come to take him tonight at 8 then, so it’ll give you two the time needed to prepare his stuff.”

“Alright.”

Piccolo then left the house, still wondering about Chichi’s weird answer.


*** At 8:00 o’clock ***

Gohan gave his good bye to his mother and prepared to go off. Piccolo picked up Gohan’s things and levitated to the sky. Gohan took a last look at his mother and saw a tear streak down her face. He felt a little guilty of leaving her but he shrugged it off and followed Piccolo through the night falling sky.

They flew for about 2 hours to finally end up in a deep forest. The sky was already dark and some stars shone brightly into the night. Piccolo took a capsule out of his gi and threw it to the ground, a thug was heard before the capsule transformed into a capsule house.

They entered silently and Piccolo let Gohan’s stuff on the floor.

“Mother was acting strange today, she would never have accepted what you offered her, and since I’m sick, well, it’s even more surprising.” Gohan said, worried.

Piccolo looked at the ground.

“I saw it too. But she’ll surely be fine.”

“Let’s just hope so.”

The namek turned to him.

“I’ll lead you to your room, you need rest kid.”

Gohan nodded and followed him to a room. He took off his gi shirt and pants, leaving his boxers on and humped under the covers. Piccolo stood into the door way.

“Piccolo?”

“What?”

“Is it true, what you said to my mom?”

“For the training part, no. Vegeta warned me before I came to see you that you couldn’t fight. But if you want, we’ll visit some places.”

“Ok. Good night Piccolo san.”

“Sleep well kid.”

Piccolo turned off the lights and left the room, heading for his own.

*** 1 month later ***

After 3 weeks of visiting America, Piccolo and Gohan had finally returned. Gohan was as happy as ever, even if he was sick a big part of the time, to be with his sensei like that all the time was all it took him. His stomach had grown considerately and no large shirt could hide it anymore. The young demi saiyan suffered of back aches, due to the weight that was always heightening in his middle. But he still seemed the happy going child he always had been. Though, even if awake he seemed happy, his nights were always haunted by horrible nightmares. Piccolo often had to sleep with the boy to reassure him, not that he minded.

Gohan was laid back on the couch, watching the television as the namek prepared something for him to eat.

“Piccolo san.”

Piccolo passed his head in the door way.

“What?”

“I’m worried for my mom.”

“You want me to go check on her? To see if she’s ok?”

“You would do that?” Gohan asked with a sweet voice.

“If it pleases you.” Piccolo smiled to him.

“Thanks a lot.” Gohan stood up with some difficulty and walked to sit on a kitchen chair as Piccolo placed his meal on the table.

“I’ll be right back.”

Gohan nodded and Piccolo opened the door and took off toward Chichi’s house.

He landed not long after in front of the door and knocked on it. He waited but no answer came. He knocked again, harder this time. Nothing. He opened the door since it wasn’t locked. A horrid smell automatically assaulted his nostrils and he frowned in disgust at the odour. He checked all the pieces of the house, they were all empty. He came across the last room, Chichi’s. He opened the door and the stinking smell got heavier. The room was dark so Piccolo turned on the lights. He took a step back at the sight that was before him.

Chichi lay on the carpet floor, dead. She had a kitchen knife through her chest, and the blood all around her was a deep cherry red due to the fact that it was dry. Her skin was a greenish white and it was obvious she had been dead for a very long time.

Piccolo gulped hardly and noticed a note on the bed. He contoured the dead body, took the note and read it: ~ I’m sorry Gohan, love you. ~

Piccolo took the knife out of her chest and covered her up with the bed blanket. He put the note she had left in a pocket in his pants and took her up in his arms. The green warrior walked out of the house and dug a big hole in the ground near the house with his ki. He laid the cold woman in the hole and buried her.

“How am I going to say this to Gohan…”

He took off, back toward the little capsule house in the woods. He entered the house silently and spotted Gohan sleeping on the couch. Piccolo took the little form in his arms and brought him to his room, laying him on his bed. Gohan stirred a bit and opened his eyes.

“Piccolo, stay with me, please.” He asked in a sleepy voice.

Piccolo nodded and rested down on his side on the bed. Gohan snuggled up to him and the namek hold his smaller form in his embrace. The demi-saiyan fell asleep immediately and Piccolo was left to think on how he would announce him the sad new.


To be continued…