Title - Try Again
Pairings - Vegeta x Goku
Author - CrimsonTide
Chapter 6
“I’m what???!!!”
Bulma paced back and forth as she examined, and re-examined the results of several tests she’d performed on Goku earlier after he’d explained that he hadn’t been himself, and all her information pointed to one cause of the Saiyajin’s emotional, mental, and physical problems.
“You’re pregnant…”
Goku had to force himself to keep from fainting as Bulma confirmed her earlier statement, though a wave of dizziness still overwhelmed him. “But how?? That… That can’t happen!”
Bulma walked over to an x-ray she’d taken of the Saiyajin an hour prior and began to point to various organs. “According to your x-ray, you’re more than capable of becoming impregnated. See, you have some female organs right here. And this,” she continued. “Is where the baby is forming.” The woman smiled as she turned back to a very pale Goku. “It’s quite exciting actually! This must be some Saiyajin trait that not even Vegeta knew about. You and Vegeta just bonded around a month ago, right?”
Goku blushed a little as he nodded, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment.
“Hm…”
The Saiyajin blinked as the blue-haired woman became thoughtful looking.
“What’s wrong?”
Bulma shook her head as she returned her gaze to the man. “Well… It’s a little soon to be showing signs of pregnancy… I mean, it could be possible a Saiyajin child would develop faster… but…”
Any color that remained in Goku’s face drained as his mind traveled back to nearly two months prior.
“What if…”
Bulma didn’t have to wait for him to finish, and a shocked and angry expression appeared on her face. She’d learned who’d raped the Saiyajin a while ago, and she’d paid Yamcha a visit soon after. His favorite colors were black and blue by the time she’d left.
“Yamcha…” Bulma sighed and rubbed her forehead as the strong possibility was brought to her attention.
By now, Goku was nearly in tears. It seemed much more likely that this could be the former desert bandit’s child, and that could be bad news when it came to his and Vegeta’s relationship.
“What if it is his child? Vegeta won’t accept it! Yamcha certainly won’t want anything to do with it! What if Vegeta leaves me?! I’ll be all by myself again! I…”
Unable to hold back his tears any longer, Goku lowered his head and began to sob as numerous ‘what ifs’ began to flood his mind.
The past month with Vegeta had been heaven for the Saiyajin, and the possibility of losing all that was too much for him to handle. Bulma couldn’t stop sympathetic tears from forming in her own eyes as she wrapped her arms around her long time friend and tried to comfort him as best she could.
“Is… Is there anyway we can find out before the baby is born?” Goku suddenly asked.
Bulma sighed and shook her head. “Even if we did an x-ray a little later to see if there’s a tail, that still wouldn’t be a sure sign of it being Vegeta’s child. We can only wait and see…. Are you going to tell him?”
Goku’s gaze focused on the floor for a moment as he thought about the option, but a few seconds later, he slowly shook his head. “No. Not yet.”
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Goku stared into the darkness as he lay in bed with his arms propped behind his head. His mate slept peacefully beside him, sporting a satisfied smile on his lips from their activities earlier that night.
But Goku couldn’t get to sleep with all he had on his mind.
The Saiyajin was at a complete loss. He had hoped that Bulma’s outrageous claim that he was actually pregnant hadn’t been accurate, but even he could clearly see she was right by glancing at the x-rays. Then he thought that perhaps this was one big joke, but that was dismissed quickly enough. Bulma wouldn’t be so cruel.
Goku frowned as he turned onto his side, huffing in frustration. His mind was going a million miles a minute, and since he wasn’t used to such things, he was getting a major headache. He’d been lying there for hours now, and a quick glance at the clock sitting beside the bed confirmed that it was nearing four in the morning.
Goku jumped as a tail suddenly coiled around his thigh, and a moment later, a purring Vegeta wrapped an arm around his waist, pressing up against his back.
“What’s the matter, koi? Was I too rough with you?” The prince chuckled as he nuzzled his mate’s neck.
Goku couldn’t stop the blush that rose onto his cheekbones. “No…”
Vegeta’s purring stopped abruptly as the other Saiyajin’s emotions washed over him through their bond. Curious, he reached out to the younger’s mind, only to find himself shut out. The prince’s mood changed in an instant when it became apparent that his mate was hiding something from him.
Vegeta sat up and clicked a light on.
Goku moaned at the sudden change from dark to light and shielded his eyes with his arm. “Vegeta! Turn off the light…”
“Why have you set up walls?”
“Huh?” The younger Saiyajin peeked out from under his arm and looked at his mate, who was frowning at him with his arms folded.
The prince tapped his temple with his finger. “You’ve shut me out. What are you hiding? Did you damage my gravity chamber again?!”
Goku blinked and sat up, his eyes now having adjusted to the light. “No, Vegeta! I’m not---“
The younger Saiyajin stopped when a wave of nausea flooded over him, and in the blink of an eye, he ran to the bathroom and slammed the door shut before he vomited into the toilet.
Vegeta stared at the door for a moment before the retching noises reached his ears, and he immediately approached the bathroom and tried to enter, but he frowned when he found he was locked out.
“Kakarotto! What the hell is wrong with you?! Open the door!”
Goku attempted to answer, but he couldn’t catch his breath long enough to do so, and so he had to ignore his mate’s calls.
After a few more moments, Vegeta became impatient and took the liberty of unlocking the door himself by taking the whole thing off its hinges. He paused when he saw the other Saiyajin hunched over the toilet. His entire body trembled and he was drenched in sweat.
“Kakarotto!”
The prince quickly grabbed a washcloth and wet it with cold water from the sink, then leaned over his mate as he placed the cool fabric over Goku’s forehead. The younger Saiyajin had already begun to feel his morning sickness pass, and he leaned back against Vegeta’s chest as the prince continued to run the cool cloth over his face and neck. It felt good against his heated flesh, and it felt even better to have his mate with him, even if the prince was completely clueless about the entire situation.
They sat there in silence for a while as Goku’s breath slowly returned to a normal rhythm.
“If this is all because of the gravity chamber, the woman can fix it easily enough.”
Goku chuckled at the comment, knowing that the prince was merely trying to lighten the moment. The Saiyajin slowly pulled himself back to his feet after another moment and smiled at the prince, who was also returning to his feet.
“I’m fine now. Thanks.”
Vegeta frowned and grabbed his mate’s arm as he tried to stroll out. “Not so fast! You want to tell me what just happened?”
“Mnn…No.”
“Kakarotto!”
Luckily for Goku, his empty stomach chose that moment to demand food with a loud rumble, and the Saiyajin immediately used that for his escape.
“Um, I’m just really hungry! Will you fix me breakfast?”
Goku flashed Vegeta his best puppy-dog face, which was something he knew could always get him what he wanted.
The prince sighed. “Fine. I’m up now. But I want some answers afterward!”
Unfortunately, Goku was already running down the hall, yelling something about pancakes and bacon.----------------------------------------------------------
The two Saiyajins ended their spar early that day. Vegeta could tell Goku wasn’t concentrating on their training, and so he decided not to waste his time. Needless to say, he was a bit cranky.
“Damn it, Kakarotto!” Vegeta growled as he stepped out of the gravity chamber and hung his towel over his shoulder. “What good are you if you can’t even give me a good spar?!”
Goku paused in mid-stride and frowned as he watched the other Saiyajin cross the lawn, not even glancing back as he continued to mumble and grumble about how crappy his day had been so far.
“What am I good for?” The younger Saiyajin muttered under his breath and snorted as he turned and walked off in the opposite direction, eventually taking to the air. He wasn’t in the mood to take the prince’s insults at the moment and he wasn’t about to stand around and listen to them. Originally Goku wasn’t planning on going anywhere in particular, but as his mood turned sour, he changed his direction and headed toward his new destination.
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Yamcha was relaxing on the couch, watching TV in his home. The blinds were closed and the room was dark. He was just about get up to get a drink when there was a knock at the door, and he instead got up to answer it.
He didn’t even bother to check to see who it was before he turned the knob and flung the door open. The warrior gasped when all he saw was a fist sailing towards his face, and then, all was dark.
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Cold. Numb. Throbbing.
Yamcha moaned as he slowly came to. The first thing he noticed was his face was completely numb, and as he opened his eyes, he realized why. An ice pack had been dropped onto his face, and the frozen cubes within it robbed him of all feeling above his neck. On the other hand, it also felt as if his eye was swollen, so he decided he’d rather be numb than feel the pain.
The ex-warrior moaned again as he reached up and removed the ice pack. He slowly sat up on the couch he was lying on and looked around as he rubbed his eye, which was swollen shut. His good eye, however, fell on the owner of the fist that had struck him earlier.
“G… Goku?”
The Saiyajin was sitting in a chair opposite of the human and was frowning deeply as the tip of his tail jerked back and forth, making his foul mood obvious.
Yamcha could literally feel the color drain from his face, except maybe the purple that covered his injured eye. He tried his best to keep his composure.
“Uh… I suppose I deserved that, eh?”
Goku’s frown deepened. “You deserve a lot more than that.”
The human swallowed and stiffened slightly, which brought a smirk to the Saiyajin’s face. It reminded Yamcha very much of Vegeta.
“I have a surprise for you.” Goku suddenly said.
Yamcha’s good eye widened slightly. “You’re not going to blacken my other eye, are you?”
The Saiyajin didn’t answer the ningen’s question, but his words were far more shocking. “I’m pregnant.”
The older man stared at the other man in shock. Silence lingered for several minutes before he found his voice.
“But… H—how can you be…”
Goku shrugged and frowned again. “You said yourself I was a bitch.”
“Goku, I…”
The Saiyajin held up a hand to silence him. “That doesn’t matter anymore. The point is it may be yours.”
“May?”
“It might be Vegeta’s. But I don’t want him or anyone else to know yet, so don’t say anything.”
Yamcha blinked as Goku got up, walked to the door, and pulled it open. “Wh… Why did you tell me then?”
The Saiyajin paused for a moment before sending Yamcha one of Vegeta’s famous smirks. “Because I wanted to see you squirm.”
And then he was gone.
And Yamcha did indeed begin to squirm.
TBC