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Promises
By : Batjokes
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Within two weeks time, Goku couldn’t stand it anymore. Not being able to train, or compete. He wasn’t interested in the zeni offered as a prize, but if there were any strong people to fight, he wanted to test his own limits and exceed them. To get stronger himself he needed to face stronger opponents.
But somehow, every time he tried to sneak out of the guest room at Capsule Corp via the window, Bulma knew. Like she had some sort of sixth sense that had her reeling him back in. He was stronger than her, sure, but she was also his friend. He knew she was just concerned, but it was getting to be too much.
At least at Capsule Corp he was able to keep from having unplanned and unwanted run ins with Chichi. Being around her was too awkward. Had she only wanted to be friends and not something more as Bulma had explained to him it wouldn’t have bothered him, unless that was she interfered in a spar. Not that he had been able to spar with anyone since his oldest living friend had found out what was going on inside his body.
He shuddered, remembering that something was growing in his body. Eating his food, drinking whatever liquids he ingested and doing something with his ki. Perhaps had he grown up aware of the possibility he wouldn’t feel as though some parasite was leeching his life away, slowly, but surely.
Rubbing the back of his head as the end of his tail curled into what looked like a question mark. Shifting his gaze to the window, he opened it and flew out and up onto a tree branch. There weren’t many trees at Capsule Corp. Not so close to West City.
He longed to be back at Mount Paozu, in his grandpa’s little house. Where he could smell the fresh scent of pine, birch, and other trees. Where he could hear the waterfall and take a shower beneath it.
Despite his inner turmoil, he had listened to Bulma. The city was closer to emergency services than the middle of nowhere as she called Mount Paozu. An area where people rarely visited unless they knew someone who lived there.
That didn’t mean he understood the danger. He always rose up to meet every challenge. To fight against any threat. This wasn’t one he could fight. And it was his own fault. He should not have made so silly a wish and yet he still longed to have something of his very own. A being that was just like himself.
Sometimes, he wished he had not known about being not of the Earth as his Grandpa had told him, or of his betrothal to some prince.
Goku shook his head and stared down at his still flat abdomen. It would only be a short while before he started to show. Everything he knew about pregnancy, Bulma taught him. And everything she told him only made him feel hot in the face, or faint with terror of the unknown.
Glancing in the direction of one of the small local tournaments he thought about getting out of the tree and flying there. Just to watch . That couldn’t hurt any!
Bulma, whom he hadn’t notice walk out of the Capsule Corp. building, called to him, her hand akimbo, “Goku!” She yelled.
He blinked and glanced down at her, grabbing the limbs of the tree from jumping at the sound of her voice when she upped the volume.
“Heh, heh, hey Bulma.”
She arched one brow, her lips twisted for a moment before she spoke. “Don’t you, hey Bulma, me, Goku. Don’t think I’m not onto you Mister.”
“Whatcha mean?” He scratched his cheek under the outer corner of his eye.
“I keep tabs on what’s going on in the city, especially knowing you and your penchant for sparring. Which you cannot do!”
He floated down to the ground and stood in front of her. She only took one step back and frowned up at him.
“Bulma, I know! Ya’ve told me a hundred times or more already.”
“Well, if you know, then stop thinking about sparring, or fighting, and just follow the doctors orders.”
“Can’t I just go watch?”
She leaned forward a bit and waved a finger in front of her. “Ah-ah Goku. If you go you won’t want to just watch. You’ll want to join. Then you’ll forget all about why you can’t. Then if you get hit, especially in the stomach or abdomen, you could lose the baby.”
Although he’d been thinking of it as more of some sort of parasite, he instinctively growled and placed his hands over where the ki of the lifeforms growing within him radiated from.
Bumla grinned, “Aww, protective mama bear instincts.”
His tail lashed and he sighed. “How much longer is this going to continue? You won’t even let me go home.”
“That’s because…”
He cut her off. “I know. It’s too far away from any doctor or ambulance. I’m not that far along. You said so yourself. Why can’t I stay home for a few weeks?”
“In case of complications. Oh, and are we forgetting Chichi? The girl is obsessed with you and the idea of having your babies. And if she learns about this and how you got pregnant she might try and find the dragon balls herself.”
“You think she’d do somethin’ like that?”
“Well,” she pointed at him, “you did.”
He forced out a chuckle and scratched at the back of his head. “Err…”
She smiled and patted him on the shoulder. “It’s fine Goku. You’re betrothed to some prince of your people… wherever those people are. But one has to wonder, how will your prince feel should he find out about this?”
He gulped. “I dunno.” Tilting his head he grinned, “Maybe he’s strong and someone I’ll get ta fight.”
“Seriously, Goku? Unless you’ve given birth by the time you meet him, you can’t fight him. Not at all.”
“Bulma! Yer no fun!”
“Of course not! I’m only looking out for you, my friend, and your baby. I wish you had some other hobbies you enjoyed aside from fighting. Now, I bet you and the little one are getting hungry, so let’s go inside. My mother should be done making a feast sized banquet.”
His stomach growled and he rubbed the back of his head and grinned. “Heh. Yeah, I’m starving.” It was the one thing that she didn’t try and take away from him. In fact, she made sure that he had food and liquids available to him at all times. And no one made any complaints either, even though he was eating more than twice or even three times what he typically consumed. It took a lot more than it used to, to satiate him. And now he was eating more than just to satiation, but to fullness at every sitting.
“You might start showing in another couple of weeks time. My estimation is you’ll look to be about four months along at six to eight weeks into your pregnancy, Goku.”
“Showing? Whatcha mean Bulma?”
She whirled around to point at his stomach when they entered the kitchen which overflowed with food on the table and the cupboards. “The little ones are going to keep growing. So it’ll be more obvious.”
He groaned at the thought. His abs were going to disappear as a result. People were going to think he was fat and not carrying a baby or two. Everyone he knew thought he was a man. Of course he was, that was how he thought of himself. He just had… extra parts which allowed him to be capable of carrying offspring. Not even his grandpa had told him about that .
Instead of thinking too much more on how everything had, or would continue to change he grinned at Panchy, “Thank’s Panchy!” He sat down at the table and dug into the food that had been provided. Bulma was a good friend and for that he was thankful, even if at times her current overprotectiveness got to be too much.
Panchy made sure to bring him new dishes if he ran out and wasn’t yet full.
Bulma watched him from across the table in her own seat, eating her own dish. When she placed her chopsticks down for a moment to speak, she told him, “In three weeks time, there will be a baby shower. Before then, we should tell the others that you’re expecting.”
They’d been over that a little before. He didn’t feel comfortable telling the others. But he knew they’d find out sooner or later and it wasn’t something Bulma was going to let him hide.
Once he felt well and truly full he leaned back in his seat, patted his belly, and stared across at Bulma. “Why does everyone ‘ave ta know, Bulma?”
“We’ve been over this, Goku. They need to know so they don’t get you into a situation where you and your babies could get hurt, or worse. I’m calling them today to come over and you will tell them. They are your friends and care about you.”
“I dun think they’ll believe me.”
She smiled, “Oh? Perhaps not, but they’ll believe me and if they don’t, we can just do another ultrasound with them in the room. It’s the best form of evidence.”
He had not thought this would get so complicated and was tempted to escape back to Mount Paozu, or anywhere that Bulma couldn’t find him.
Bulma stood up and walked over to the landline and called their mutual friends. He listened as she got ahold of Krillin, Yamcha, Puar, Tien, Chiaotzu, Oolong, and Master Roshi. It might not have been everyone they knew, but it was enough.
The end of the call always ended with, “Yes. Goku has something to tell everyone. So I expect you all to get here by the end of the day. Bye.”
He wanted to hide, but he also wanted to see the gang all together again. Would have loved to gauge their strength and spar with them, but he knew Bulma would quickly put an end to what she called nonsense in his condition . Still, maybe they could save him from her and her mothering .
Three hours later, Goku and Bulma’s friends arrived at Capsule Corp. With Yamcha and Krillin carrying Master Roshi and Turtle. They all landed on the grounds about the same time.
Krillin asked, “Are you okay, Goku?”
Goku scratched the back of his head and nervously grinned, “Heh heh. Yeah, I’m fine, Krillin.”
Master Roshi walked up to him. “Bulma said you had something to tell us?”
He gulped. This was going to be more difficult than he’d thought with them all staring expectantly at him. This wasn’t like the time they’d had to face down an enemy. As far as he was aware there weren’t any enemies.
Bulma sighed and walked to his side. “Okay, everyone, have a seat. What Goku is about to tell you is going to blow your minds.”
They glanced at each other and then back at Bulma and Goku.
“Sit down,” Bulma frowned at them and they immediately took their seats.
Panchy came outside with a jug of fresh made lemonade and poured Goku a glass first before anyone else. “Here you go, Goku.”
“Thanks, Panchy,” he smiled and took a quick sip as he sat down on one of the outdoor seats. Shifting his gaze around he made certain there was no one else but those who had been invited there. However there was one individual’s ki he could sense, but with their ears it wasn’t something they wouldn’t have been able to hear anyway .
“Well, Goku? What is it?” Yamcha asked as Panchy handed him a glass of lemonaide too.
Once everyone had a glass of their own, and had it set aside, Goku sighed.
“Eh, heh heh,” he rubbed the back of his head, “Well, ya see, I made a wish on the dragon balls.”
“You did?” They blinked.
Krillin cocked his head, “You usually ask us to go with you when you’re gathering those.”
“We-ell, I just really wanted ta make a wish, but what happened wasn’t what I thought would happen.”
Tien quirked a brow, “And just what did happen, if you don’t mind us prying, Goku?”
Goku glanced at Bulma who nodded to him and he looked back at his gathered friends. “We-ell, the wish I made, I wished ta ‘ave kids with my prince.”
“With your prince, Goku?” Master Roshi stroked his beard. “Well, even if it's with another man, I guess Shenron could grant it, but where are your children?”
Goku paled as he placed his hand over his stomach. Letting others know what was going on wasn’t something he had wanted to let on, but Bulma was right. Better to let them know now instead of when he went into labor. Which sounded horribly painful. Not that he wasn’t used to pain. Not when he liked fighting so much. “Right here.”
Oolong stared at where Goku’s hand rested. His jaw dropped. “Goku, I hate ta tell ya, but you’re a guy. There’s no way ya can have kids inside you.”
Bulma cleared her throat. “Oh, but he can and he does. If you need proof I have an ultrasound ready in the laboratory.”
Goku sighed. “I don’t think they need that.” His brow furrowed and he leaned forward, expression serious as he told them, “I am a man, but I do have lady parts too.” He closed his eyes and winced, not wanting to see their expressions. He didn’t want to see disappointment, or disgust.
Master Roshi cleared his throat first after several moments had passed on by. “Well, congratulations, Goku. You’ll make a great father… or… mother?”
Bulma placed one hand on her cheek and held one elbow with her free hand as Goku opened one eye, “Let’s just call him a parent.”
“Riiight,” they nodded.
Goku exhaled a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding and opened his other eye too. “You guys aren’t mad?”
Chiaotzu shook his head. “Why would we be, Goku?”
“We-ell, I made a silly wish, didn’t I?”
Yamcha snickered. “It’s not silly. Oolong’s wish was silly.”
Everyone laughed, except Oolong who frowned.
“Huh, guess you’re right,” Goku grinned, abashed.
Master Roshi nodded. “Right So, you’re going to have a baby.”
“Two babies,” he corrected.
“Eh!? Twins?” They practically squealed.
Goku and Bulma nodded.
“Yeah. I can’t believe it myself. I thought Shenron would grant my wish by giving me a couple of little kids that were walking around or something, so I was surprised with how he granted it.” He told his friends, and although it was nice to have them around, something still didn’t feel right.
Puar floated next to Yamcha. “Maybe you should make another wish, when you can, so you can meet your prince, Goku.”
“I didn’t think of that!” He chuckled. Instead of wishing for his prince to be there with him, he’d wished for kids and oh boy, look what had happened.
Everyone chuckled, even Bulma giggled. He scratched the back of his head, closed his eyes and grinned.
Goku stilled, his eyes snapped open and he stared up at the sky, his brows furrowed. Master Roshi and the others gazed up as well.
Bulma frowned. “What are we all looking at?”
“We can’t see what it is. But… I feel something,” Goku muttered, “someone strong…,” he wondered if they were coming to Earth, or just passing through.
Vegeta growled, “Hurry up Nappa! We don’t have all day.” Things were not going as expected. Someone had forgotten to check on the fuel gauge and now they didn't have time to fill it.
Nappa nodded, “Yes, Prince Vegeta.”
Raditz pushed one button and lever after another.
Tarble asked, “Are we going to crash, big brother?”
Vegeta frowned at his brother. “No. We’re not going to crash, but it will be a bumpy landing. If its anything else but bumpy or smooth, Nappa and Raditz know what will happen.”
Raditz gulped. "Don't worry, Princes, we'll get ya'll there safe and sound."
Nappa’s brows furrowed as his grip tightened on the controls.
Tarble nodded. “I see,” he sat down and strapped himself into one of the chairs bolted to the floor of the ship - following his brothers example. “Don’t you have anymore fuel?”
“There’s no time and the tank is on the outside. It’s too risky,” Nappa told them, “we’re better off landing.”
Raditz nodded. “At least it’s the planet we were looking for. Earth.”
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