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Chapter 5, one night, one day, two problems

Goku groaned softly, wincing as he pushed himself up, realizing he was still connected at the well, hips, to the man he had spent his night with. Looking down at his sleeping former lover, and considering the position he was in, once again lover, he sighed, feeling guilty as hell. He had left Vegeta all alone to just spend some innocent times with his friends, and this is what happened. He felt so guilty, so dirty. He had cheated on the man he knew he loved, the only man he really felt so connected to, with someone else. Pulling off the green spear, Goku groaned, standing as he stumbled towards a nearby river.

His head swam, making the world refuse to stand still, and his movements sway. “Damn you Yamcha…you know I’m not a drinker…Why you’d get me drunk last night?” Stumbling into the cold water, Goku gasped, and then eventually fell into the water.

Piccolo stretched as he smiled, sitting up as he watched Goku flounder in the water. Piccolo chuckled, which got Goku’s attention. Goku frowned, looking away his cheeks flushed with guilt as he went about cleaning himself. He knew Vegeta would smell the sex on him and he’d never have the same trust with him that he had once before.

Piccolo walked towards the river, looking at his torn clothing that was how they had started their night, not that piccolo minded being stripped suddenly by a drunken Saiyan, but he watched, his smile slowly fading as Goku scrubbed at himself, his eyes glossy with the threat of tears. “Goku? Is something wrong?”

Goku sighed, refusing to look up at his once again serious and sullen former lover. “Piccolo….it was a mistake…I….I didn’t want that to happen…I love Vegeta…I don’t care how he seems to the world…I know a side of him only Bulma knows…A kind and loving side…one no one can understand but us…and…and I don’t care what the world says…I’m his and he’s mine! I’ll scream it to the world if I have to! I just….i want it all to stop…all the whispers and the…the whatever it is that Yamcha and everyone keeps saying to get me to leave him…I love Vegeta more than I ever did Chichi…”

Piccolo nodded, frowning. “I understand…You were drunk last night…Yamcha practically pushed you onto-” Piccolo frowned, looking around. His eyes searched for something, or someone too far away to see. Goku was recovering from his hangover, and managed to lose everything he had eaten the night before into the river, Piccolo rushing to catch Goku as he grabbed his stomach, panting heavily. “Goku!”

Goku groaned, feeling something strange overcoming his body, something new was apart of him, he knew it, but he couldn’t explain it. “P-Piccolo…I…I need to get to d-Dende…now…”


Vegeta sighed as he was forced to lower his free hand to the ground to help stabilize himself as he went through his exercises. His Push ups were not a traditional push up, his feet held straight above his body, like he was standing on his hands. Grunting Vegeta lowered himself for 10,045th time, before he pushed himself back up. All night and day he hadn’t eaten a bite, barely drank any water either. He had felt Goku’s power level, which woke him early in the morning, but feeling Piccolo’s he couldn’t help but feel that they hadn’t been sparing like he kept telling himself they were.

Grunting once more Vegeta lowered himself to the ground, and sat there, panting as he ignored the feeling in his stomach, the same feeling he had had there since he and Goku had last slept together. And the first time he had let someone dominate him, if only for a night. He had shown Goku his devotion to him that night and even now as he starved himself from worry. Sighing Vegeta figured he better eat something. Goku would be so angry if he came back and found him half-starved to death.

Reaching the door, Vegeta groaned as he frowned, feeling the power of Yamcha landing behind himself. Vegeta growled as Yamcha walked closer to him. “Goku’s out.”

Yamcha sighed, nodding. “I know…He was out partying with us last night…and…well…I came to inform you he…slept with Piccolo last night…”

Vegeta couldn’t help but to tense at the confirmation of his nightmare. Vegeta frowned, growling slightly as he spoke over his shoulder to Yamcha. “And why should I care?”

Yamcha frowned, trying to not crack up laughing at his good luck. “Don’t you want to return the favor? He betrayed your trust! And-” Vegeta frowned, holding a hand up Yamcha stopping his rant in fear. “Just watch…he’s on his way here…”

Vegeta entered into the capsule house, Yamcha tried to fallow, only to have the door slam into his nose. Hours passed and Vegeta fell into a spout of depression, Goku had left with Piccolo, and by the feel of their powers, they went to the lookout and Dende, not to him.

Yamcha sighed, waiting for Vegeta to bite his lure and fall into his trap. Not that he couldn’t wait another night; he had been waiting since the Cell games for this chance. Night grew closer and Yamcha stood, stretching ready to leave, but Vegeta’s voice cut his movements short. “Are you going to come inside or not?”

Yamcha smirked as he nearly skipped to the capsule house, entering before Vegeta shut the door. This wasn’t Revenge to Vegeta, but a way to ease his pain, only by burrowing it with another.

Night was long and hard, and Vegeta tried to not laugh, first seeing the human naked. What Goku had seen in him, what Bulma saw in him was all a mystery to him. But this human had hips, and knew how to use them. Vegeta didn’t know how Yamcha made him cum that night, even though Yamcha was the dominator for that one night, at least the first half, but he did. And Vegeta came a few times inside of Yamcha’s poor, torn and bloody passage, Vegeta not gentle at all with him. He was pissed at himself for letting Goku leave, and at Goku, no not Goku, but the world. And he was taking it out on the human. Yamcha woke in the torn and broken bed, too sore to move, now knowing why Goku and Vegeta were perfect mates, both could have walked after that night, but he couldn’t even move. Calling for Vegeta, Yamcha soon realized, he was alone. He had been used, and he couldn’t care less.

Vegeta sat on the table inside of the Capsule Corp, frowning. Bulma was pissed, but not at him. She actually laughed finding out how he had left Yamcha. “He deserved worse than that Vegeta…how are you feeling?”

Vegeta snuffed. “Pissed…”

Bulma rolled her eyes. “Normal.”

Vegeta shook his head, his hands idly rubbing at his stomach as he sat there, though he didn’t realize it. “Not really…my stomach has felt strange for the last week.”

Bulma nodded. “Alright, I’ll run a test to see what it is…it may be you just have to eat something. I know you. When you’re upset you don’t eat!” Vegeta rolled his eyes as he laid back across the table like Bulma instructed. Though they now had other people, Both Bulma and Vegeta were close, more brother and sister than anything else, mostly for Trunks, and for the few good times they had shared.

After a moment Bulma ran a machine across Vegeta’s stomach, then she paled, jabbing him with a needle in the arm, earning her an annoyed grunt. Soon she ran off with the blood, returning as Vegeta was sitting on the bed, looking annoyed. “Well woman? What is it?”

Bulma was looking so sad, and confused, only causing Vegeta to worry slightly. Before he managed to repeat his words, Bulma spoke. “You’re….Pregnant…”

“WHAT!?!?” Piccolo stared at Dende in disbelief, and Goku was starting to hyperventilate, tears in his eyes as he stumbled off to find something to sit on before he collapsed.

Dende nodded, frowning. “It seems…Goku is part of a race who’s men can become pregnant…And he is…I’m not sure who the father is…but…it’s defiantly a child.”

Goku’s scream pierced the rooms and halls of the building at the lookout, causing Piccolo, Dende, and Mr. Popo to run to where he was. Piccolo frowned, looking down and away from Goku. He wasn’t fertile, his race reproduced by eggs, didn’t they? Well he had never encountered a creature that could reproduce, maybe he was wrong. But Goku, wasn’t it more likely Vegeta’s. He went to say something, but the way Goku slammed his fist into a wall, smashing a hole into it. He decided it would be better to let him cry for a bit first.
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Yes, i caved in, male pregnancies, not one, but two! I couldn't desided who would be cutter pregers so i did both! enjoy fangirls!