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"I don't see it."

Gohan reminded himself that his family was excited about this. That they were supporting him and his pregnancy by crowding around the screen in the little room while Bulma did the ultrasound on him. They were being good people rather than running around screaming and vowing to kill Vegeta. This was a good thing.

He just wished they would go the hell away.

"Look Goku," his mother said and pointed at the fuzzy picture of his baby on the screen. "Thats the baby's head, and that's its body and that's its tail."

"Oh, he's going to have a tail?"

Vegeta was standing next to him, up at the head of the table he was laying on. Not really saying or doing anything--just standing there with his arms crossed over his chest. Usual Vegeta stance.

"Are we done?" Gohan asked. He felt naked with his shirt pulled up onto his chest and everyone staring at his unborn baby on the little monitor.

"Yep," Bulma said. Turned the machine off and grabbed a towel to wipe off his waist, but Vegeta took it from her and gave it to Gohan. (This earned him a glare from Chichi, but Gohan was happy.) When he was clean (as clean as a simple towel could get him) he got off the table and stood near Vegeta. His father was still looking at the picture on the monitor, tilting his head one way, trying to see what was one of the clearest pictures of his child Gohan had ever seen.

"So?" he asked.

"Well--" Bulma sighed, "Anyday now. I would wait until the end of the week if you were human but at the rate this baby is growing. You've only been pregnant for like three weeks? Four?" She ran a hand through her hair. "I'd say tomorrow would be the best day for the baby to be born. I'll get in touch with a hospital about it, okay?"

No. "Okay." Then he left the room as fast as Saiyanly possible, ran up the stairs and back to Vegeta's room where it was safe and quiet and nobody wanted to cut him open. Not that he was afraid of needles or knives or hospitals or anything like that.

He wasn't his father.

But... He didn't want to. He didn't even really want to have to think about the baby being outside of his body. In fact, the baby was just fine INSIDE his body. Nice, convenient, not having to be fed or changed or clothes or bathed or any of those things. It was easy to just lay in bed and eat food and know that he was taking perfect care of his child (except when he and Vegeta had sex--and then he was thinking that had to be a little weird for the baby...but otherwise--) Once the kid came out.

That was a totally different story.

Vegeta--Prince of 'I-show-no-affection'--was his (or her) father. And Gohan. GOHAN--HIM--was his (or her) mother. This kid was going to be so screwed up in the head. And he wasn't that fat. He remembered his mother being a lot fatter when she was pregnant. Sure, he had a nice rounded look going on, but the baby wasn't that big. He didn't waddle, his ankles were swollen, he hadn't craved weird foods--Coconut and ranch dressing was the worst his mother got--he...he didn't need to go to the bathroom all the time. It was like he wasn't even pregnant. You couldn't just have a baby before you even got uncomfortable with being pregnant.

It wasn't fair.

He wanted to be miserable! Dammit.

Besides, once he had the baby he was going to have to go back to being miserable and alone. A freak in a world that acknowledge the presence of freaks but didn’t really like them hanging around. (It was amazing how many people mouthed off about a dragon ball and then ran screaming from the presence of a dragon.) Vegeta wasn’t going to keep him around. He hadn’t even kept Bulma around and she was—

A girl. Beautiful. Rich.

He sat on the bed. Stood up. Sat on the bed. Stood up. And then looked down at his waist. Rather round little bulge hidden under his shirt. His baby. The kid that was created just by the sheer miracle of impossible coincidences. So he happened to have the genetics that provided him with the ability to get pregnant. So he happened to go out in the middle of the night to pout about how he was the only uber-powerful half-alien boy with a super-hero alter-ego, so Vegeta HAPPENED to show up, so he HAPPENED to look at Vegeta and this happened to trigger his first bout of lust. And that bout of lust (as near as Bulma could figure) just happened to alter his dormant uterus into ovulation and of course Vegeta would show up at the exact RIGHT moment, the perfect time to impregnant him and they had wild sex on his bed in his mother’s house.

All these things seemed so perfectly normal. Of course he found Vegeta sexually attractive. Who wouldn’t be attracted to over-arrogant Princes of a dead race?

It was just his luck.

~~~***

“Isn’t there another way?” Chichi asked. She actually looked—this was a serious shock for Vegeta—concerned. About her son. She was looking right at Bulma and asking this question. Because Chichi didn’t want to see Gohan being cut open or didn’t like the thought of it.

“Not unless Gohan figures out a way to give birth before tomorrow.”

“I still don’t see it,” Kakarot said. He was now hovering sideways looking at the frozen picture of Vegeta’s child.

Chichi sighed. Then looked at him. At him. At Vegeta whom Chichi normally did not look at for more than five consecutive seconds before deciding to start yelling about something or another. (Saiyans and their need to get themselves killed in battle being her number one argument most of the time.) “You better take care of my son.”

“Hey! …no. Are you sure this is a baby? It looks sort of like an eggplant.”

Vegeta resisted the rather strong urge to beat the shit out of the moron. Apparenlty everything that Kakarot could not understand had something to do with eggplant. The inside of Buu’s head, an unknown enemy, a ultrasound picture of his grandchild… “Do you even know what an eggplant is?”

Unsurprisingly he did not get an answer.

“Vegeta,” Chichi snapped and she reached over to him, grabbed him by the ear and yanked his face toward her. “ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?!” (She had nice breath.) “That is MY SON up there and YOU HAD better TAKE CARE of HIM or I’ll CASTRATE YOU.”

Not to say that Vegeta did not realize he was stronger than this little human woman or anything, or to say that she had successfully intimidated him into cowering in fear or anything… But in that moment, with her glaring at him and the pressure of her hand on his ear—he feared for his nether bits. Only for a second.

“Oh, Chichi—don’t threaten Vegeta…” That was Kakarot.

Vegeta managed to twist enough to glare at him. “You stay out of this…” Then he looked back at Chichi was still giving him a rather solid glare. “Let go of me you crazy woman.” When he tried to push her hand off his ear she grabbed him by the nose.

Kakarot sighed.

The nature of his marriage to this woman suddenly got more interesting.

“PROMISE ME.”

“Fine,” he snapped and shoved her away. And having promised, she let him go and stood there, all sweet looking and innocent.

“Come on Goku, we need to go home so I can made you lunch.” All nice and wifely.

When they were gone, Bulma burst out laughing and smacked him on the shoulder. “Oh—Vegeta. That was great! You looked so scared!” And the laughing continued on for several moments. “Oh—yeah. Chichi’s…strong willed.”

Hn.

“Well, you better go take care of Gohan before she comes back with her steak knife.” Then the blue-haired woman left to attend to whatever it was that she attended to.

He rubbed his ear as he climbed the stairs and muttered to himself about how he was going to pay the little banshee back. When he got to his room, Gohan was just standing in the middle of it, looking down at his waist. Slightly hurt, pondering look on his face.

And now he had to find something to do with the kid that qualified as ‘taking care of him.’ (He assumed Chichi meant in a non-sexual way. The sex angle he had covered rather competently already.) Vegeta did not mind Gohan’s presence (he preferred to have the kid around so he could keep an eye on him) but that didn’t mean that he enjoyed it. Or wanted to give anyone the impression that he would like to continue to see the kid after the birth of their child. This was just an accidental thing.

No long-term plans involved.

No love. No vows. None of that nonsense.

“I think it’s a boy,” Gohan said. “He moves around a lot.” He finally looked up. “What are we going to name him?”

“…” he hadn’t named Trunks. Bulma had. (Mostly because she showed up with the baby in her arms and informed him that his little fuck and run thing ended in her being pregnant and if he hadn’t been trying to kill himself in the GR for the past year he might have noticed.)

“Wasn’t your father named Vegeta?”

“Yes.”

“Shouldn’t you have a son named Vegeta then? Like Vegeta the Seven Hundred and Eighth?”

“Four hundred and third,” he corrected. Not that it was important how many Saiyan monarchs had been given the same name in a row. I wasn’t important at all. He didn’t even feel anything in response to the fact that this kid—this scrawny little half-breed son of his rival—had asked him if he wanted his son named after all the other great Saiyan Kings. Nobody else had asked him this. Nobody else had pointed out the significance.

“We can call him ‘Geta.”

“No.”

“Yep.”

“No.”

“What should we call him then? Veg? Ta? Oooh—we can call him Lil’Geta.”

“No.”

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Lil’Geta: Uh—I already exist in a different story and Gohan wasn’t my mommy.

Ta: I exist too! Really! And Gohan wasn’t my Mommy either.

Vegeta: This is starting to sound like a support group.

Goku: Uh, I exist and Gohan wasn’t my Mommy but he was my grand pa and I killed him accidentally—I think.

Everyone else: *takes a step away from him*

Sorry, sorry, sorry. I'm a lazy bitch I know. *hangs head in shame* The troublesome thing is this story is written so I keep forgetting to post it here too. *more shame* So lazy... anywho. e-mail me if you get impatient for the next chapter. card63ver2@yahoo.com I check it every day. *nods*

Response to malcara


lol. Yes, I did bash Chichi a lot. I still use her as the butt of some of my jokes. In the beginning I did it because that's what I saw in a lot of fiction and I hadn't really put any thought in to her at all. The more I thought about Chichi the more I liked her and well...*sighs* I like her now. *is now ashamed of past chichi bashing*