Loss | By : SabesBabe Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1140 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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The next day, Vegeta woke up and yawned, sitting up. He scratched his head and used his free hand to reach for Goku, frowning when he felt the cold sheets. Vegeta gave a small shrug and looked to the clock on the night stand. 12:30 PM. Vegeta stood up and walked to the bathroom, passing the full length mirror on the way. He backtracked and looked at his reflection, frowning even more as he ran his hand over the baby bump he still had. The scarring was gone, but he would have to actually lose the baby weight. Usually he would wake up to the baby kicking him in the bladder. Vegeta walked into the bathroom, kicking the door closed and turning the lock. He let his boxers fall to the floor and stepped into the shower, turning it on. He closed the curtain.
Vegeta’s head hung as the water pounded him, he stared at his baby bump, his arms wrapping around it. Tears welled in his eyes and he leaned back against the wall, sliding down and cried as he curled up. He missed the extra weight, missed all the little games he played with the unborn cub, missed the kicking, he missed Goku kissing his bump and talked nonsense to the unborn cub.
Vegeta didn’t pay any mind to how long he was in the shower for. It had gone cold and he had goosebumps covering his body. He was shivering, but he didn’t care, he just stared at the drain, his mind racing with thoughts of the dead baby, the baby’s corpse burned into his memory.
Goku was making lunch for his and Vegeta’s twin cubs, Jalmonde and Goku Jr. The cubs were drawing pictures at the kitchen table, waiting for their daddy to finish making them their favorite food: mac ‘n cheese. While the macaroni was cooking, Goku made a lovely sandwich with all of Vegeta’s favorites. Goku hoped that it would make the smaller man feel a little better. Goku was doing his best to keep a smile on his face for their cubs.
Goku put the sandwich in the fridge to take up to his mate later on. He went back to making the cubs’ lunch. He strained the pasta then put it back into the pot and added the milk, mix and butter, finishing up the meal for them. He served the mac and cheese, smiling at the artwork Jalmonde and Goku Jr. were making. The cubs smelled the meal and grinned, each dropping their crayons. The dug into the meal, having their father’s appetite.
Goku chuckled and sat down with a large platter of at least twenty sandwiches. He ate up lunch with the cubs. About halfway through his sandwiches, Goku heard the phone ring and he got up and grabbed the phone off the base on the wall.
“‘E’O?” Goku’s mouth was full of sandwich.
“Hey, Goku!” Bulma’s voice was on the other line.
Goku swallowed. “Hi, Bulma, what’s up?”
“Oh, just calling to see how you all are doing.”
Goku grabbed his platter of sandwiches and took it into the living room, sitting down on the couch. He didn’t want the cubs to hear this conversation. He set the platter on the coffee table. He ate half of a sandwich.
“Okay, I guess,” Goku said. “Still a huge shock, more of one to Vegeta.”
“My family and I are very sorry about your loss. Everyone else had been asking about what has happened and they give their condolences.”
“Thanks, Bulma and tell everyone else thank you,” he said.
“I will. If there is anything we can do to help, let us know,” she said.
“We will.” Goku ate the rest of his sandwich. “I’m hoping that we can have a funeral for the cub at some point. I’ll have to talk to Vegeta about it.”
“If you need any help planning it, let me know,” she said.
“Thanks, Bulma.”
“Have you told the twins yet about Vegeta Jr.’s death?”
“Not yet,” he sighed. “I plan to after I get Vegeta some lunch. See if he is up for it.”
“I wish your family the best, Goku. Sorry to have to cut the conversation short, I have some work to do. I wanted to check on you all.”
“Thanks, Bulma. Take care.”
“You too.”
Goku hung up and he finished his lunch. He put the platter in the sink and cleaned up his cubs’ dishes while they went back to drawing. He smiled softly. Jalmonde had Goku’s hair, but Vegeta’s looks and tail. Goku Jr. was the opposite. The twins were eight years old and had learned Saiyan tongue, and they mostly talked in that language, especially when it was just the two of them. Goku had never learned how to speak it, but he felt good in knowing that the twins could speak their native tongue and Goku knew that Vegeta felt a lot of pride whenever he heard the twins speak the language.
Goku grabbed Vegeta’s sandwich from the fridge and walked up to the bedroom and saw that Vegeta wasn’t in bed. He set the sandwich on his own nightstand and felt for Vegeta’s ki. He followed it to the bathroom and knocked on the door, hearing the shower running.
“Vegeta? I made some lunch. Are you hungry?”
He didn’t get an answer. He tried the knob, but it was locked.
“Vegeta, are you okay in there?”
He frowned when he didn’t get an answer. He slammed his shoulder against the door and it slammed open against the wall, cracking. He gave a wince. He didn’t mean to slam it that hard. He looked to the shower and his eyes widened a bit and he hurried over to Vegeta, turning the shower off. He crouched down and picked up the curled up man, Vegeta’s tail wrapping itself around Goku’s wrist. Goku grabbed a towel and wrapped it around Vegeta.
Vegeta curled up to him more as the larger Saiyan carried Vegeta to the bedroom and he sat down on the bed with him, leaning against the headboard. He looked down at his mate and nuzzled a wet cheek, giving him a purr.
“‘Geta, are you okay?”
Vegeta just shook his head.
“Are ya hungry?”
“A little. . .”
“I made a sandwich for ya, it has all of your favorites.”
Goku grabbed the plate and held it out to Vegeta. Vegeta took the sandwich in both hands and nibbled on it, his eyes half closed, focusing on nothing but his sandwich. Goku pressed his lips to Vegeta’s forehead, continuing on with his purring to help sooth Vegeta. Goku smiled when the sandwich was soon gone and Vegeta belched some. Vegeta snuggled even more into Goku and gave a sigh of content.
“Hey, ‘Geta?”
“Yes?”
“I was thinking about when we should have Vegeta Jr.’s funeral.”
“Maybe in a few weeks,” Vegeta said. “There’s a special kind of funeral we had back home on Vegetasei.”
“What kind?” Goku asked.
“Everyone of the family would rent the temple to have the funeral. Everyone would pray to the Goddess of Death and ancestors to take care of the recently deceased loved one. Every member of the family would give an offering to the goddess and ancestors. After the funeral, there would be a large ceremony with food and drink, celebrating that their loved one has been accepted to the afterlife.”
Goku nodded and hugged him. “Um, we should tell the kids about Vegeta Jr.”
“I know. . .” Vegeta sighed deeply.
Jalmonde and Goku Jr. ran into the bedroom and hopped onto the bed. They snuggled into both of their parents.
“Hey, kids,” Goku smiled.
“Where is our baby brother?” Goku Jr. asked.
“Well, kids, your mom and I have some bad news for you,” Goku said. “The birth didn’t go so well. Bulma and her daddy had to cut into Mama’s stomach and remove your baby brother because of the accident your mma was in. Your brother was born stillborn. It means that. . .well. . .he’s dead.”
Goku Jr. and Jalmonde frowned, not really understanding.
“He’s dead?” Jalmonde asked.
“Yes, it happens sometimes,” Goku said, hugging his sons.
“Can we see him?” Goku Jr. asked.
Vegeta shook his head. “No, cubs, not until the funeral.”
“Well when will that be?” Jalmonde asked.
“Not for a while,” Goku said.
The twins just nodded and hugged their parents then got out of bed,leaving to go play. Goku helped his mate get the towel off and get some warm pajamas on. He tucked his mate into bed and got in with him, putting his arms around him, ready for a little nap. Vegeta’s eyes grew heavy and he soon fell asleep. Goku fell asleep soon after.
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