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Promises
By : Batjokes
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Three weeks had passed by since he’d wished upon the Dragon Balls and Shenron had granted his wish. Yet not in any way that he’d expected. Not that he wanted to believe how the dragon had done so, at least according to his friend, Bulma.
His friend had not let him out of her sight since he’d told her what had transpired. Any time he tried to train other than a walk or jog, with slow motion kata’s she yelled at him! He didn’t like that. Not at all.
Sitting down on a rock outside with his eyes closed, his legs crossed and his hands on his knees he growled. Behind him his tail lashed. Even if he went to his home at Mount Paozu, Bulma would just find him. Again .
He shrugged one shoulder followed by the other as he tried to work the tension out of his limbs. Circled his head around and around one way and then the opposite direction. At least stretching Bulma had not yet seemed to mind.
What he didn’t want to see or hear mention of was the horrible tiny pointed metal pieces called needles. He knew what blood work meant and if she even tried to come after him with one, he’d find some way to disappear from her line of sight.
“Goku!” Bulma called out. She was within a few yards of him by the sounds of it.
Opening his eyes he jumped up and gulped. He had to hide! Yet when he turned around to do so, Bulma was right there grabbing him by the tail.
He growled and fell to his knees. His tail still needed a bit more training if it could still be used against him.
“Let go!”
“Goku! No, I don’t think so. We’re going back to my place. Now.” She held onto his tail to drag him back.
He had no choice but to follow if he didn’t want to feel the painful tug. If she weren’t his friend he’d bite her. He still might.
It didn’t take long before they were in one of her cars and driving off to her place.
“Bulma, why do I have to go to your place?”
She smiled, “Oh… I thought we could use the ultrasound in the laboratory.”
“Ultrasound?”
“It’s a device to scan your insides. Like an x-ray sort of.”
“Why would ya wanna look inside me?”
“Well, it’s not to see how you fit so much food in your stomach.”
He blinked, “Eh? Ya can do that?”
Bulma sighed and hopped out of her car once outside the gates of her family's home and put the car in one of the capsules she carried.
Before he could try and sneak away, she grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him past the gate and doors to the inside. She hurried past her mother who was watering the plants along one of the walls. Moved past her father, Dr. Briefs and into the lab.
“Sit here, Goku.” She pointed at a strange looking platform with a small connected leather-like mattress which he sat on without aforethought.
“Bulma?”
She washed her hands, put on a pair of gloves and a weird mask over her nose and mouth.
“Take off the top part of your gi.”
“Why!?” He frowned and went to sit up, but she pushed him back down.
“GOKU!”
The end of his tail twitched, but he divested of the top portion of his training outfit and laid back as the blue haired woman instructed.
Bulma nodded and then picked up a tube in one hand to smear over his abdomen.
“C-cold!” He exclaimed and when he went to sit up, he gulped at Bulma’s glare. It was more fearsome looking than when she didn’t have that thing over half her face. He laid back down and winced, but soon the coldness of the gel warmed up due to his natural body heat.
She then proceeded to lift up some strange device and pressed it against his abdomen. She pointed at a monitor.
“Huh.”
“What!?”
“By these readings, you’re eight weeks along instead of four.”
He blinked. “Is that… bad?” His brows furrowed.
“Have you been feeling nauseous at all, Goku?”
His eyes widened and he stared up at her. “How did ya know?”
Bulma chuckled. “I’m a scientist. As well as a woman. I need to know these things. Human foetus’s take nine months to grow. But it looks like your species might have a shorter gestation period.” She pointed at the screen with her free hand. “Look here, Goku.”
He blinked a few times as he stared at the screen. Tilted his head. “That looks like a teeny tiny person.”
“It is. But..” she shifted the device she had pressed against his abdomen, “there’s more than one.”
His eyes widened. “Two!?”
“Yeah. Looks like you might be having twins.”
“Might?”
“Well, sometime’s one twin absorbs the other. I think it happens more with identical twins than those that don’t share a sac.”
He frowned at the screen. “Ya two betta not try and absorb each other.” That was downright weird to think. If there were two of them, he wanted there to always be two of them. But, they were growing inside him.
“Bulma. How long do I have ta have ‘em inside me?” Although he didn’t like the idea of how they were going to get out, but he’d made the wish, so he couldn’t do anything but wait.
“With how far along you are and the time frame of your wish, I’d say half the time of a human pregnancy. Which is usually around nine months. So you’ll give birth in around another fourteen to sixteen weeks.”
That sounded too long, but also not too far off.
“What am I going to do?”
“You’re going to stay with me, of course. I doubt you want doctors poking and prodding you. It’s rare for an intersex human to be fertile, and we don’t have tails,” she gestured at his tail that lay down the side of the platform she had him on. “But you need to get proper nutrition among other things.” She shook her head and placed her fingers to her forehead. “But you’re a different species. I hope it’s not too different, or this could become a problem.”
Goku sighed. “Can’t I just go home, Bulma?” He asked as she removed the device, which allowed him to sit up and grab the offered cloth to wipe away the weird feeling gel from his person.
“No, Goku. Unless you’re okay with a possible miscarriage.”
“What’s that?”
“It’s where your baby dies and gets expelled from your body before it’s developed enough to survive on its own.”
“What!? That can happen?” He gulped. As much as he found the situation weird and a tad creepy, he didn’t like the thought of what she told him.
“Yes, Goku. So if you’re not careful, you could hurt your babies,” she pointed at his stomach, “and even yourself. I know you’re the strongest person on the planet, but you do have to be careful.”
With a grumble he nodded. “Okay, Bulma. Guess I have ta listen to ya. For now.”
She removed the strange mask and smiled. “Good. Since I could see the little ones, there’s no need for bloodwork.”
He scratched the back of his head with a nervous chuckle. “Ah, that’s good.” Had she brought one out he’d have shot out the window and hid until it was all over. But then, he might not have known the possibility that he could cause himself to miscarry if he weren’t careful.
Staring down at his feet as he shuffled to the door and into the hallway, his chest ached and he had to hold back a whimper. Kept himself from wrapping his arms around himself as he suddenly felt so alone. Which didn’t make sense to him, considering Bulma was there.

Vegeta growled at one of the inhabitants of the planet they’d landed on. It hadn’t taken long for them to gather provisions of food and water, but it was the fuel which was the problem.
“I don’t care, you will give us fuel, or we’ll obliterate this planet.” It was a bluff, because if they did that, then they’d not have any fuel at all.
The small fuchsia colored alien lifted their hooved hand, “W-we don’t h-have fuel. The E-emperor ho-hoards it for hi-himself.”
The end of his tail, still wrapped around his waist, lashed about as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Then show me to your Emperor.”
They nodded. “Y-yes s-sir!” The bright colored being turned and led him down a path. Beyond withered trees and short and barren shrubs. Until a gate appeared made of glinting clashing neon crystals and the equally horrendous castle beyond it. It was so bright he had to squint.
Several guards glared at them and pointed sharp rocks at them in warning.
Vegeta took care of that with the smallest ki blast, turning their weapons to rubble. He sneered as their eyes shot wide and they leaped back.
The being he followed opened the door and walked inside. He followed behind until a throne room filled with bright furry throw rugs and pillows came into view. With a gilded chair carved from cooled lava rock in the center at the end of a long neon carpet.
“E-emperor, s-sir, w-we have a g-guest.” He bowed.
Vegeta refused to bow, despite the expectant look upon the tall creature’s face.
“Insolent. Guards!”
But no guards came to their emperor’s rescue and he smirked.
“There’s no one who will save you. Have you not heard of the Saiyan’s, or Frieza’s Army?”
The creature gulped. “I… have.”
“Well, I am a part of both,” loath as he was to mention his connection to that Icejin, “and I require fuel for my spaceship. If Frieza were to hear of someone not giving one of his soldiers a resource they were in need of, what do you imagine he’d do?”
He watched the bright colored Emperor's color drain until he looked pasty white and could not hold back from smirking as the being began to shake in earnest.
“F-fuel! Right! You need fuel.” He stood up. “I have plenty of fuel. This way,” he led Vegeta to another room. As large as the throne room itself, filled with barrel upon barrel of fuel.
“This will do.” He turned on his scouter, “Nappa. Raditz. I’ve found the fuel we’re going to need.”
Once the Emperor moved out of the room and had his back turned to him, he shot him with a ki blast straight through the heart. The only one to run to the body with a cry was a tiny creature of the same race who looked rather similar in many ways to the Emperor.
“Y-you killed him!”
He quirked a brow. “He should have been paying more attention. Watch out, or you’ll be next,” he flashed his fangs at the youth who cowered back. If he and his fellow Saiyans didn’t obliterate their planet, or at least purge every sentient being on it, then the kid would learn that those under the Emperor would be glad he was dead.
Nappa and Raditz appeared, running toward him. Both bowed to him.
“Carry as many barrels as you two can.” If he didn’t think they needed it, he would have left them to their own devices and went back to the ship. Instead, he lifted a couple up himself and left the palace for where they’d left their spaceship.
Once on board, they set the fuel in the storage area. Then Nappa took one to refuel the tank.
“We’ll be taking off again soon, Raditz.”
He nodded. “Yeah.” His brows furrowed as someone came running. “Whoa, Prince Vegeta…”
“What is it?” He glared.
He pointed outside the ship. “Isn’t that a Saiyan?”
Vegeta turned to stare out of the ship and blinked. He snickered. “Well, it looks like this place was holding someone prisoner.” They watched as the Saiyan, shorter than Vegeta himself, walked up to Nappa.
Nappa bowed to the Saiyan.
“Why’s Nappa bowing?”
“Because, that Saiyan is my brother, Tarble.”
“What!? I thought for sure he was dead.”
“As did we all. As long as he doesn’t try to challenge me as leader, we’ll welcome his presence. The more Saiyans, the better. It’s just too bad he’s not a female.”
“Do ya know if he’s intersex?”
“Hmmn. I don’t know.”
Vegeta’s brother walked inside and toward him once he spotted him with Nappa trailing behind and shutting the door.
“Big brother!” Tarble called out and ran up to him, “You’re alive!”
He grunted. “Disappointed?”
Tarble shook his head. “No! I’m so glad. I heard Vegetasei was destroyed, and when I went to investigate I landed here looking for fuel. But…” he frowned down at the ki-restrictors on his wrists.
Vegeta quirked a brow. “Guess there’s nothing for it,” he turned to take out a small sharp prod to short circuit the devices around his younger brothers wrists to free his power. Not that his brother ever used his power. Despite being born into the Royal line, and having a good power level, he didn’t act like it.
Once the devices were off, Tarble grinned and rubbed each of his wrists. “Thank you, Vegeta!”
He scoffed. “Go sit down and buckle up. We’re taking off to find Raditz’s brother.” He wondered if there were anyone else who’d managed to survive. Somehow.
Tarble nodded, found a seat and swiftly buckled in while Nappa and Raditz took the controls. Nappa took the pilot’s seat and Raditz navigation. Vegeta himself sat down, buckled up and crossed his arms, his eyes closed.
“Tarble…” he opened his eyes.
“Yes, big brother?”
“Hnn. There’s something I want to ask you, but it can wait until we locate…,” he turned his gaze to the back of Raditz’s head, “what was his name again, Raditz, that brother of yours?”
“Kakarot.”
“Right.”
“Well, okay, Vegeta,” Tarble stared at him owlishly.
If more than just Kakarot were intersex, if not a single female could be found, then their race might have a chance to flourish again. Except, like when their ancestors had left Sadala to find a new planet, they’d have to find a new one again. Where it would be only Saiyan kind thriving there as the dominant species. Where they could give rise to pureblooded Saiyans again. Without a female, or a fertile intersex member of their race it would have been impossible. But Raditz mention of his brother and his biology had given rise to hope. But there remained the problem of Frieza. Somehow they’d have to get rid of him, because he did not believe that the Icejin would leave them alone and allow them to continue their bloodlines.
They’d find a way. He would find a way. It was just a matter of time, but the sooner the better, for the sake of his once great race that he would see return to greatness once again. And it would all start with the defeat of Frieza and his ilk.
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