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Chapter 8.

Vegeta sighed. It had been almost a month, and still he was getting little to no peace. Couldn’t train, couldn’t even do handy-work, hell at this point his mood swings alone were going to get Someone killed. As the door slammed open, Vegeta knew his target. Someone entered his sanctuary, and it was the last mistake that person would make. Vegeta stalked his victim on ghostly feet. No sound was made except for the sound of that person calling his name. His throaty growl didn’t even manage to give his prey a hint that they were being stalked. Without a cry, Vegeta pounced, arms outreached as they fell upon their target, pinching sharply at his mate’s bottom.

Goku had just returned home from the baby shower, loaded with gifts and food. He was so happy to be home, where he knew his lover would welcome him, or at least the food, with open arms. He had a round stomach, not as bad as his prince, but he was still able to move about. He had been heartbroken, not as much as Vegeta had, when he had been given the news that Vegeta had a high-risk pregnancy. He was to be bed-ridden for the rest of his pregnancy, regardless of his desire to fight.

Walking through the doors, which he had to kick open, Goku called out, as sweetly as he could, for his lover. He would probably be either in bed, on the can, or in a bath. Or so Goku thought. Walking to the kitchen, Goku had managed to place all of the food down, a second before that hand reached his ass and pinched. He got a good foot of air as he cried out, before he turned, wanting to smack his lover, but seeing Vegeta smiling, which was rare Before he was confined to his bed, Goku could only sigh, kissing his rounder lover’s cheek.

“Took you long enough Kakorot! I hope that food is for me!” Goku rolled his eyes, pouting as he looked at his moody lover. He grabbed a package, holding it to his lover. Vegeta took the package, tearing it open as he walked happily to sit in the living room, watching his annoyed mate. “Oh calm down Kakorot! You know you love me!”

Goku frowned, sighing as he started to put the rest of the food away. “Sometimes I wonder Vegeta.” He turned to look at his sitting lover, only to ak in surprise, Vegeta having moved to stand behind him with food in his hand. Goku frowned, glaring at his lover, opening his mouth to scorn him, but the food found it’s way into his spread lips before he could utter a word. Chewing he finally managed to get a quick word in before he was silenced with a passionate kiss. “Jerk.”

Vegeta smiled, almost purring s he caressed his mate’s neck, then chest and stomach. “You still love me…heh…you’ve got a kicker…I wonder how strong our child will be…” Vegeta chuckled, kissing his taller mate’s neck once more before he put more food into his own mouth, walking over to sit once more. “You know…Bulma Still can’t cook…”

Goku sighed, leaving the rest of his food on the counter as he walked to his rounder lover. Placing a hand on his stomach, he leaned down to nibble on his ear. “At least she tries. And you know You can’t cook either!” Vegeta frowned as he looked up at Goku, but was kissed before he could complain. Goku’s hand slowly caressed his lover’s stomach, feeling the squirming twins, which only made him smile. “Just think…Twins…we’ll have our hands full!”

Vegeta chuckled, nodding. “Yah…but nothing We can’t handle. Remember we Are the strongest fighters on the planet. Just think of how our children will be!”

Goku winced, sighing. “I kind of fear when our children ascend…just think, our children were a handful, these children will be worse.” Goku chuckled, seeing Vegeta nearly choke on his food, glaring at him. He smiled, kissing his lover’s cheek before he moved to the door, waiting. “Oh…I’m sorry…but I invited someone over…Hope you don’t mind!” Hearing a knock, Goku opened the door to let the flood of people inside.

Vegeta grumbled as he turned the seat so he wasn’t facing his son or the other people, trying to ignore the high pitched squealing of his former mate. He frowned, grumbling as his teenage son came to bother him, as well as his best friend. Goku was speaking with Bulma when he felt Vegeta’s power level raise, sending both Goten and Trunks through walls. Sighing Goku could only chuckle, knowing his lover was smirking.

Bulma sighed, gathering the small crowd as they started their party celebrating the pregnant saiyans. Vegeta kept quiet, as did Piccolo, who was only there to say ‘Chi chi wanted no part of any of this.’ Literally it was all he said and he would have left, if not for Goku asking him to stay.

The baby shower was Goku’s third, Vegeta’s first, and hopefully last. The only good part was there was a lot of food, and it was coming from all directions. Gohan, Trunks and Goten seemed to have it down, probably from having to deal with Goku, and they seemed to always know when to being more. Vegeta rarely went without a mouthful of food, and Goku was opening gifts left and right, all for Vegeta seeing as he had his already.

Piccolo sighed, finnaly moving closer to Vegeta, seeing as the rounder of the saiyans was content with his food. Goku laughed at one of the gifts, smiling until he heard the crash of a wall caving in, the feel of Vegeta’s power-level escalading, and the cry of Piccolo as he was thrown the wall. The party went quiet as they turned to look at Vegeta, who was still sitting in his chair eating Ice Cream. Looking at his mate and the group Vegeta simply pulled the spoon from between his lips and blinked. “What?”

Goku couldn’t help but laugh as he looked at his lover, knowing Piccolo had to have opened his mouth to get that response from Vegeta. Piccolo was not seen again at the party that night.
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