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Nothing\'s Impossible	By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 8021 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Nothing's Impossible 5

"So Gohan..." Goten was running behind him. Because the kid was short. Full of energy, adorable, powerful--but short. So he had to run to keep up with Gohan when he was walking. Not that Goten spent a lot of time trying to keep up with him. Mostly the boy was interested in Trunks. (For whatever reason--Trunks was a concieted little kid.) "Hey...Gohan--wait up!" Goten launched himself off the ground, crossed the distance between them and smashed into his back, knocking him forward.

Instinct flared. Which was so abnormal it made Gohan breathless. His ki rose faster than he could control it and he put both his arms out, felt them plunge into the earth under the force of the impact, and grit his teeth, concentrated on his waist not hitting the ground. When he could breath again, he turned his head and found Goten standing there, eyes as wide as they could get.

"..."

Gohan reminded himself that this was his brother. His brother. If it had been anyone else he probably would have ki-blasted them straight to HFIL. Looking at his little brother's face (so much like his dad it was almost disgusting) he felt the power collecting around his hands anyway. The need to punish--NO. This is his brother. He shook his head and pulled himself out of the dirt, sat on the ground. "Sorry Goten."

"...Are you crabby because you're a girl now?" Goten asked solemnly. He inched back and braced himself for an attack. (Which was probably best, because right now Gohan wasn't so sure he wouldn't jut attack his own brother. There didn't seem to be any special love between siblings in the Saiyan world.)

"A girl?" he asked. "What makes you think I'm a girl now?"

Goten bit his lip. "...I sort of snuck into your room while you were sleeping because Trunks dared me that I couldn't and I said I could and he said I wouldn't because I'm a chicken like my dad--Dad wasn't a chicken was he Gohan? Dad's the greatest isn't he? Not Vegeta.--and I said I would because I wasn't a chicken. Then Trunks laughed at me." (And still they were not to the actual part about why Goten though he was a girl.) "And when I was in there, you were sleeping all naked and stuff and you..." Shift awkwardly. "...have mom's chest now."

Gohan narrowed his eyes. Looked down at his chest, then pulled his shirt away from his chest and looked at it. "I do not have boobs."

"Yes you do."

"No I don't."

"Yes you do. I know, I poked them."

"You POKED THEM?! You don't just poke a person's boobs Goten!"

"I know, Mom told me that when Trunks dared me to poke..."

"Goten," Gohan said, reached out and took his brother by the arms and dragged him forward. "I do not have boobs." And he ignored the fact that his brother was wiggling in his grasp, ignored the fact that he could feel the heat of the power in his hands.

"But you've got a baby," Goten whispered. "Mommy told me that girls have...boobs...because they have to feed the babies and that's nasty. I asked her if I had to eat that way and she said..."

"Goten--why do you think I have a baby?"

And his little brother pointed at his waist. Looked at him with wide bright eyes and wiggled more in his grasp until he let him go. "I didn't tell anyone--swear. Not even Trunks." Like this was important. The mere fact that his brother knew meant that anyone that looked at him could find out. Hell, the other day in the shower his stomach was glowing.

GLOWING STOMACHES were NOT normal. No matter what other things this planet might have seen, he didn't think he could convince someone that a glowing tummy was just a perfectly normal Saiyan thing. He hung his head and tried to think. (Murdering Vegeta came to mind several times.) Then he looked up at Goten again. "Alright kid. I'm pregnant. But you can't tell anyone. Understand?"

"No."

Gohan forced himself to be satisfied with the heavy sigh, and uncurled his fists. This was his brother. His little baby adorable isn't he so cute you could die brother. He was not going to hurt him. (Especially when he could hurt Vegeta instead.) "Just promise Goten."

"Ok. You're going to be at the tournament tomorrow right?" Goten asked. "And why are you out here?" Goten turned and looked around. They were out in the middle of nowhere (heading in the direction of Vegeta, but he doubted his brother realized this.)

"Of course." Gohan climbed to his feet. "Now go home and behave yourself."

"Okay fine." Goten started walking back toward home. He didn't even stop and turn to look at Gohan (strange that--but he supposed finding out your brother was pregnant had something to do with his brother's reluctance to turn and wave at him.)

Gohan stood up and dusted himself off. He had almost forgotten about the tournament--how could he have forgotten about the tournament? Oh, right. The fact that Bulma had done the ultrasound on him and officially announced him pregnant. Told him that the baby was a little bit more advanced than a human baby would be at two weeks. A lot more, actually. In fact, during the time that she had been doing the ultrasound the baby had grown significantly enough that it was noticeable with the naked eye.

Vegeta had seemed proud in a distant, detached "I don't care because I'm the prince" sort of way. Gohan had punched him in the head when he left Capsule Corp.

There was still no way to get the child out. The mark on his stomach (a strange misshapen sort of thing) was getting broader and darker.

And the tournament was tomorrow.

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He honestly didn't expect the kid to show up today at all. But then, Gohan had been somewhere around him everyday since the day he came to inform Vegeta that he was pregnant. It was probably something the kid did on instinct. Vegeta wasn't sure he liked it.

It was sort of annoying.

And the tournament was tomorrow, so standing around while the kid glowered at him with all his might was not what he considered productive. He had been enjoying his time in the GR, warming up to do more serious training but then, the room was shut off. The door opened and Gohan was standing there, slightly dusty and frowning a lot.

Vegeta told himself that he wasn't showing any emotion whatsoever. He was emotionless. He didn't care.

"I have breasts."

He did not find this statement amusing. He was not smirking. He would not smirk. He would not grin, his gaze was not lingering on these supposed breasts and even if he was looking he had no intention of doing anything further...

"Goten knows. And you need to talk to your son about getting my brother in trouble."

If he had breasts they were well hidden. Of course, Gohan had been wearing shirts that were too large for him for days so it was hard to tell just what his chest looked like anyway. But if he were naked--

"I hate it when you do that," Gohan snapped. Turned around, slammed the door of the GR behind him and stepped toward Vegeta. His hands were fisted and then he shook his head (at himself) and grabbed the voluminous shirt by the hem, pulled it up over his head. And it dropped to the ground, Gohan looked at him, waiting for him to laugh or point or whatever.

The sight, the full impact of the fact that this boy--this Saiyan--was carrying HIS child, the sight of his stomach (which was starting to just noticeably round) and his chest, the darkening of his nipples and the way he stood in front of him. Vegeta realized just seconds before he started to move that he was now completely vunerable to Gohan.

Prayed to any sort of deity that the kid never realize it.

"Don't touch me with those gloves," Gohan said.

So Vegeta took them off, they dropped to the floor like the shirt and he reached out, ran the tips of his fingers over the rounding waist, over the strange mark there, felt the pulse of the ki inside respond to him, the warmth of it. Like the baby realized who was standing there, that it was his father touching his mother. His breathing got heavy, and his hands moved up, over the muscles and ribs, to the chest, and he pressed his palms over the nipples, felt so-called breasts and looked up at Gohan.

"Why'd it have to be you?" Gohan whined, then reached out, grabbed him by the back of the head and dragged him up and kissed him. Violent kiss. Frustration and pain. Confusion, need. Instinct. He put his arms around the kid, felt the warmth of their child, and let his mouth be opened. Rubbed his leg against Gohan, between his legs against the hardness there. Then he was shoved back--hard--and Gohan growled, curled his hands into fists. "Don't we fucking control any of it?"

"It?" he demanded. Tried not to feel hurt by the fact that he was shoved away. He wasn't hurt he was the Prince.

"What we want, who we fight, who we fuck--any of it? Do Saiyans get any control?" And now the kid crossed the distance between them again, shoved him back further so he was against the wall and he was pulled up off his feet, mouth invaded before he could object, and Gohan's erection ground against him. Hands were digging into his flesh wherever they could, pulling him tighter against the kid and holding him in the place he was wanted. It was safest (and he told himself that it was safest for the woman and his other child as a justification) that he remain here, pliant and willing. To object would end badly.

Yes. That was why.

Gohan shoved him away again, slid him against the wall away from him and stood there, arm on the wall, panting and shivering. Didn't look at him, but Vegeta felt the full heat of the look anyway.

"I'm sorry, Vegeta," Gohan whispered. Turned away from him. Like he was leaving.

But no. Gohan wasn't just going to waltz in here, shove him around and push him against things and leave. Not going to happen. Vegeta pulled his own shirt off, crossed the distance between him and the retreating Son, grabbed him by the arm, hooked his foot behind the kid's and knocked him flat on his back. Followed him down and straddled his waist, pressed hands against his shoulders and held him there.

"You had the choice," Vegeta said. "Unless you're so weak your dick is stronger than your brain." He wanted the words to be angry, but they came out flat, and Gohan looked at him, showed a break in the hostility toward him for the first time since this shit began and the effect it had on Vegeta was--

Nothing. He didn't care if the kid cared.

"Tell me I'm not going to die, Vegeta," Gohan whispered.

"You're not going to die," Vegeta said. Without hesitation. Without reserve. Promised it and meant it in the pit of his stomach and his chest and his mind. Meant it everywhere and with everything that he was. And then sat there, and stared. Stared at the kid.

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Gohan: Except I've seen the episodes and you totally fail.

Vegeta: Rub it in, will you? I died first!

Gohan: Show off.

Vegeta: O.o! It was a great sacrifice!

Gohan: Blahblahblah--mememememememe that's all you ever say.

Vegeta: *too stunned to speak* *sputters...* *walks away dejected*
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