it's a kind of magic.

Chapter 7.

Their eyes widened as they stared at each other, happiness in Goku's eyes, shock in Vegeta's. They had admitted it in one, well two words. And Vegeta seemed to have only gotten more and more pissed as Goku continued to talk.

“Wait...you mean...You're pregnant too? So it's not just me! Oh Geta! I'm so happy! We're both going to bare children! We'll have our family! Our love will Have to be accepted by everyone! Oh Geta...G-Geta?” Goku's words faltered as he saw Vegeta growing more and more upset, no...not upset...pissed with each moment that passed.

“You're...You are pregnant...And i...I am Pregnant...We...We are Pregnant...I'm happy for you Kakorot,” Goku gasped, Vegeta was using that Saiyan name once more, Vegeta said he was happy, but he did not look that way. “Go home Kakorot...go back to your family...and take your child with you.”

“W-wha?” Goku could barely breathe as he watched Vegeta turn, walking away from the capsule house. He felt a bit of pride, knowing Vegeta accepted the child He was carrying, but watching how Vegeta move, he saw it. It wasn't Him his lover was mad at, but Vegeta was pissed at himself. Goku knew his lover had cheated with Yamcha, and even if he hadn't have cheated on Vegeta first, he would have accepted the child, no matter who the father was, and no matter what, he would have forgiven Vegeta, if only because of his unconditional love for the male. “Geta! Vegeta Stop!”

Vegeta winced hearing Goku, his love using his full first name, he was upset, but he only lifted up into the air, starting to fly away. He stopped as he saw the body of his lover appear in front of him, but he couldn't look him in the eye. He turned his face away, only to have Goku's open hand connect with his cheek, causing his head to jerk, and look straight at Goku's sad, glistening eyes. “Don't you dare...Don't you leave me like this! You are a king! I don't see why you don't accept that title. You are by blood and by right. You are my king, as well as your son's king...and soon the king of our children...Stop dwelling in the pains of your past. Be a man!”

Vegeta's eyes narrowed after the shock of having been bitch slapped, but listening to Goku's words, his hands fell to his sides, balling into fists as he stared at the man he loved, resisting the temptation to punch him in the stomach as he normally did. Instead he growled, his fist shooting out, connecting with Goku's cheek, knocking him backwards in shock. “Shut Up You Fool! You have No idea what I'm going through! You have No idea why i do Anything! I'm trying to come to terms with Your actions...as well as my own. So leave me be!”

Goku frowned, reaching to grab Vegeta's wrist as he pulled the stubborn male close, giving him an equally stubborn expression as he stared into his love's eyes, pain in not only his own eyes, but in Vegeta's as well. “I won't do that...I fear too much for your life...as well as our child's...So what if it's not mine...so what if my child is green...You will be the only father our child will ever know...Only because you will never let Anyone call you mommy...Vegeta...Please...I forgave you...Why can't you forgive yourself?”

Vegeta looked into his lover's pain filled eyes, and his scowl grew, seconds before he reached a hand up, and placed it on the back of Goku's head, gripping his hair tightly. Pulling Goku forward, he surprised him, by pulling him into a deep kiss, one which the taller male melted into. “Kakorot...just shut up and go cook...”

Goku's eyes shone as he was released, left in a stupor after such a kiss, though it lasted only for a minuet. Recovering he nodded, flying back to the capsule house, before rushing to start cooking food. With two pregnant Saiyans, remembering Chichi when she had been pregnant, he knew they would be getting hungrier and hungrier as the weeks passed. Vegeta simply floated in the air where he was, staring at the distant setting sun, not a single thought distinguishable as they ran through his head in a rush of chaos. But looking back at the house, he couldn't help but let his lip curve into a soft, half-hearted smile, if only for a minuet.

“Heh...that baka...”

On Dende's lookout, a sigh of relief passed from Dende's lips, causing the other two to watch him, worried still. “Dende sir? Is everything alright?”

Dende simply turned to his friends, smiling happily. With a nod Mr. Popo smiled, even Piccolo took a sign of relief. Now that every thing was calm for the moment, Piccolo spoke up, bringing something to their attention that brought worry back to their eyes. “Now...the question is...what are pregnant Saiyans like...and how does a male deliver a child?”

Dende looked at Mr. Popo and gulped nervously. “We need to consult the only ones who have birthed Saiyans before...Bulma and Chichi...Assuming that Chichi will want anything to do with Goku anymore...Considering his situation...maybe she will show a bit more heart than she has in the past...”

Piccolo sighed as he moved to the edge of the lookout, taking off. Seeing he was the only one to ever actually leave the lookout, he would have to go to each of the women, and face their wrath, or worse...Their annoying, high pitched squeals of excitement.
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It's been long enough since i've done one of these. Enjoy and rnr people. My roomies are pissing me off. They are drunk, it's 3 in the morning, and no one will shut up, stop stomping around, or fuckign leave me alone to sleep! sorry, i get crankey at this time of morning with no damn sleep.