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Notes:
Slash. M/M. Sex eventually. *Soon. * Mpreg. Chi-Chi bashing. AU, I guess. *isn�t all fanfiction AU?*

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Prologue

The smile deflated; not enough
that anyone would notice. But Goku felt
it. The smile that was always on his
face became a little more forced every time he woke up in the morning. The
giddiness that Vegeta despised him for became less giddy and the happiness he
tried so hard to maintain was failing to comfort him. More and more, Goku felt himself dying. Not his physical body�because he knew what that felt like, he�d
died before. But his soul; if Saiyans
even had souls, that is. He felt a hole
inside of him that was growing with each day until it would consume him and it
wouldn�t matter that he had defeated Freiza, or that he was stronger than
anyone else, or that he was a Super Saiyan.
None of that would matter because he wouldn�t care.

Didn�t care.

Couldn�t.

He dragged himself out of bed, forced the orange gi
onto his body and flew away to meet Vegeta, but he didn�t care. When he blocked the endless attacks, when he
fought back, when he helped Vegeta back to his feet and gave him a smile and a
stupid little: �Hey that was a good one �Geta,� he felt himself dying. His race was dead. There would be no more Saiyans, no more full-bloods, no more of
him or Vegeta. Which was good. No more to plague the universe. No more to come and try to destroy his
home. But all the rest were dead, why
did Goku fight? His family was dead. His kind were dead. What did he really owe to these people?

And,
sometimes, at night, when these thoughts visited him, and he lay next to his
wife, he thought of his son.
Gohspanspan style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Thought of how wonderful
it felt to have a baby, to know that he was a father and that there would be
more like him. Maybe, he had
thought�then�maybe he could bring back the people that were like him. Maybe he could make more and more. But Chi-Chi had just turned her back to him
with a little hmph and told him if he wanted more babies he had better find
himself a mistress. He didn�t blame
her. Not really. Saiyans were preternaturally strong; too
strong for a frail thing like Chi-Chi really.
Too strong for any Earth woman.
So he had let that idea die.

Then Vegeta.

Then more of his kind. The barbaric of his kind.
And Goku had wondered why he had wanted more of them. Why he had wanted to make these little monsters
that would grow up into Vegeta and murderer their own kind. But the nagging little need never really
went away. It got deeper. Stronger.
He had fought Vegeta, atedated him, defeated Freiza. He was a Super Saiyan. Power was part of him, in his blood, inside
of him, and he knew, without even having to know anything, that this was a
legacy that needed to be passed on. Had
to be passed on.

But Chi-Chi wouldn�t listen. Didn�t want to listen. Couldn�t understand him. But she insulted him fairly enough. Called him a blond-freak. Insulted Vegeta. Damned the whole Saiyan race.
They were a bunch of barbarians that never did anything but fight and
they would have never amounted to anything.
And then, in the quiet of the evening, she had whispered the words that
made Goku hate her,that had started this cancer. �I�m glad that damn planet died.
Glad there are no more of you.�

Goku hated her.
With ever little piece of him that died, he hated her more. Every morning brought the knowledge that
without more of his kind his life was empty.
Every morning he woke to find his son training with Piccolo, and he
smiled in pride. Saiyan pride. Every day was passed with the single thought
in his mind: how could he find more of his kind? How could he make more?

Without even meaning to, Goku found the Dragon
Balls.Without even really meaning to,
he stood before the Dragon and uttered his wish, and without even meaning to,
he changed the course of history forever.

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Chapter One

The shockwave broke over the open forest, and trees
crashed to the ground. The stream
churned and overflowed, displaced fish flopped for air and gasped out dying
breath. Goku dropped to the ground with
enough force to dint the crust of the planet.
But he was unconscious, and while he struggled to wake, the earth was
falling in on itself around him, burying him in the rubble as the shockwave rippled
endlessly over the surface. Shifty sand
fell in, covering his head and only the barest tips of his black hair was
visible as the tremors passed. The dead
fish began to stink, and the a few injured trees cracked in the distance and
finished their fall.

When Vegeta arrived�drawn by the sheer explosion of
power�he was met with the disaster, and in a derisive sniff of his royal nose
he dismissed it as a natural catastrophe.
Stupid planet was always shaking or raining or burning for some reason
or the other, and it was certainly not the duty of the Prince of All Saiyans cleaclean up their problems. In fact, had
he not caught the flash of a torn orange clothe on a tree branch he might not
have even halted his departure. But
when he saw the clothe he picked it up and raised the familiar�atrocious
colored�clothe to his nose and sniffed it.

Kakarot.

He should have realized. The addle-brained baka was always behind these things. Always.
He sighed a great sigh of duty and descended to the ground to see what
mess the idiot had managed to get himself in this time. And wouldn�t you know it, he was no where to
be found. Vegeta huffed and walked in a
circle, looked around, giving the diaster scene a cursory glance. Nothing.
So. Kakarot must have caused the
tre ane and disappeared already.

Vegeta moved to leave again, and a smell�a smell he
would have remembered beyond death however long ago it was that he had last
smelt it�smacked him in the face. It
was the smell of comfort, of life, of eternity�the smell he assoed wed with his
mother. The smell of someone that was
fertile, someone that could bear children.
Not just someone, but a Saiyan someone.
Intrigued, Vegeta turned, sniffing the air until he found the supposed
source of it. But there was nothing
there but a few spike black� Oh. Kami.
Vegeta drew in a deep breath of scent again and heaved an annoyed sigh. It was Kakarot. Kakarot was in season.

Vegeta knelt, punched his hand down through the
looset ant and wrapped his hand around the baka�s arm. He yanked and the unconscious man�a dirty
little thought entered his mind reminding him that at least part of Kakarot was
now female and thus should be referred to as woman�broke through the dirt. He set his only full-blooded subject on the
ground and glared at him. There was
absolutely no outward changes. None
that he could see anyway. Vegeta knew
it was a bad idea even before he did it, but curiousity got the best of him,
and he knelt down and lifted the orange top of the gi to see if Kakarot had
changed at all. His chest was still all
muscle; not that that would change until after the brat was whelped, but as of
right now it looked masculine enough.
Cursing every god Vegeta had ever heard of, he looked lower, and just at
that moment, just as his hand ventured down to rest on the waistband of the gi,
just as he raised the waistband to look under, just then, Kakarot woke up and
lifted his head.

� �Geta?�

�How many times do I have to tell you, my name is
NOT �Geta. I am your Prince. I am Vegeta!�

�So�� Kakarot said, �Why do you have your hand down
my pants, Prince Vegeta?�

Of course.
Because serving Freiza wasn�t enough of a punishment for all the bad
things Vegeta had done in life, he needed this shame to follow him around
too. �I was� I� Baka! Why were you buried in the ground?�

Goku grinned. �I asked you first.�

Vegeta�realizing that he had in
fact never moved his hand�pulled back and frowned at his subject. �I am your Prince, I do not answer to a
Third Class Baka.�

Goku shrugged, the dirt rolled
off his shoulders and he stood up.
Stretched. Looked as if nothing
had happened. But something had
changed, because Vegeta wasn�t nearly as enraged as he should have been. In fact, as he watched the tall body before
him stretch out, he was quite intrigued.
Interested. Almost aroused. Goku was looking at him, watching him
staring.

�Something wrong, �Geta?�

�No.� Vegeta snapped. �You never answered my question.�

�Oh,� Goku said. He reached behind him to pick at his
butt. �I was just,� then he scratched
the back of his neck. Behind him his
tail was swishing merrily. �Sort of, I�
Kind of. Well, you see, I might have� That is to say.�

�SPIT IT OUT ALREADY!� Vegeta
screamed.

�I wished that there could be
more Saiyans.�

Well. Didn�t that explain everything.
The very nice, large, eternal dragon of the Dragon Balls apparently had
a very twisted sense of humor, all things considered. Because instead of just sending them a few female Saiyans he
dropped a very large, very male from the sky with a little surprise. �You what?� Vegeta demanded.

�Well. Chi-Chi doesn�t want to have anymore kids, and I want more. I mean, I�ve always wanted more and I love
Gohan, but he�s not a full Saiyan, not really, and well, after I turned Super
Saiyan I just figured it was sort of my responsibility to make more little
Saiyans and then Chi-Chi told me that that would never happen and she was glad
our planet had died and� Well. I didn�t like that. So I got sort of down and then, I found the
Dragon Balls and wished that I could make more. Of us.�

Why? Vegeta asked silently, Why
did this have to be the only other full-blooded Saiyan left alive? Because you killed Radditz and
Nappa. Well. Fine then.
Vegeta huffed a huge sigh. �Did
it work?� he asked. Of course, he
recognized the unusual scent that was emanating from Goku.

�Hey!� Goku said, twist around
to look at his tail, �I�ve got my tail back!�

Vegeta wanted to beat him. But he didn�t. �Kakarot,� he growled, �Focus.
What did the Dragon do?�

�He said �your wish is granted�
and then I don�t remember anything until you had your hand down my pants.� Goku scratched the back of his head
again. �I�ve got to go. Chi-Chi will be upset if I don�t get home
soon. See you, �Geta.�

Then Goku was gone, and Vegeta
stood in the place he had left, inhaling the scent of a fertile body. It was addictive. Dangerous. A growl rose
in Vegeta�s chest. He felt his senses
narrowing in on the smell, adjusting his mind to it, preparing himself to go
and find� NO! He was not going to chase down Kakarot like that idiot was the
only thing on this planet. He
wasn�t. Absolutely not� Yet.
Anyway. The growl changed to a
purr, and Vegeta rose his fingers to his nose, to sniff the scent that still
lingered from when he touched the giant baka.

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