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sevenstarsinning · 4 years

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Pure angst.

Chapter 8

That ‘yes’ was all it took to unravel the prince. He claimed you as his and you both agreed to giving things between you a chance. You’d been wanting this for so long it seemed unreal, but there was still something hanging in the back of your mind, Goku. You needed to end things with him and it weighed heavily on you.

Later that night you collapsed on the bed next to Vegeta completely exhausted from the entire day.

“You have a lot of stamina for a human,” he panted, body glistening with sweat.

You almost said it was thanks to Goku but caught yourself before the words came out. Your heart clenched at the thought of him probably still waiting for you to come back.

“What’s the matter, woman?” Vegeta asked, noticing how quiet you were.

“Nothing.” You shook your head, trying to ignore the ache in your chest.

“I’m not as dense as Kakarot. Tell me.” He pressed.

You sighed, “I still need to tell him.” You rolled over on your side to see his reaction.

“Then let’s go tell him.” His gravelly voice after sex was a little different. He was at ease, less irritable and definitely easier to talk to.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea with Kyla living there.” You nuzzled against him, craving his touch.

“What?! She’s living with Kakarot?!”

“Yeah, didn’t you know?” You peered up at him.

“No, when- why?” He was clearly surprised.

“Apparently Goku cares about people more than he should. She needed somewhere to go.” You shrugged, remembering how you felt when you thought they were fucking.

“Imbecile. He’s too forgiving for his own good.”

“He’ll be training tomorrow away from his house, I’m sure. You can talk to him then.”

“I really don’t want to hurt him,” you sighed, feeling like the worst person in the world.

In an uncharacteristic move, Vegeta placed his arm around you and kissed the top of your head, “Kakarot is resilient. He doesn’t stay down for long."

His reassurance was helpful and it made you feel a little better, but you still dreaded breaking Goku’s heart.

The following day came and went and you didn’t visit Goku. Each time you got up the nerve to do it, you quickly talked yourself out of it. You knew the second you saw that sad face, you were going to break.

By the end of the week, you had put it off so long you were convinced you ruined any chance at even keeping a friendship with him. He deserved a better friend, a better mate, better everything.

"Woman, I can’t believe it’s come to this, but you have to talk to him. You’re miserable and I don’t like it,” Vegeta said during breakfast.

“Well, I’m sorry my mood is making you uncomfortable.” You snapped, not meaning to.

“That’s what I’m talking about. You need to fix this and get it over with.” He barely acknowledged the attitude, which was helpful.

“How has he been?” You asked, curious.

“How would I know?” He furrowed his brow.

“Because you train with the guy all the time?"

"He hasn’t been showing up to train.” Vegeta glanced over at you.

“What? Why are you just now telling me?”

“Do you think I want to spend my time talking to you about Kakarot?” He scoffed and took the final bite of food on his plate.

“You’re right. Can you fly me to his house?”

“Fine, but you’re ending this today, no more avoiding it, no matter his state.” He finished eating and stood up.

“Okay, just take me there."

The entire flight there was filled with worry and anxiety. You didn’t know he was ditching training and it made you feel even worse. You tucked your head beneath Vegeta’s chin as he flew. His arms tightened around you as you neared Goku’s house and you knew he was still worrying about the outcome.

He landed a few feet from the door and made sure you weren’t too disoriented.

You knocked on the door and waited, anxious and worried about what you might walk into.

When the door opened, you were standing face to face with Kyla.

"You two are assholes, you know that?” She shook her head and walked away, leaving the door open.

Vegeta’s body tensed, being around an ex was new territory for him.

“Just tell me where Goku is,” you said, stepping into the house.

“I don’t think you deserve to know that after what you’ve done to him,” Kyla said from the kitchen.

“Damn it, Kyla, just tell her so she can get this over with.” Vegeta snapped.

“You have no right making demands of me. Neither of you should be allowed near him ever again.” She walked over to the couch and sat down.

“I just need to talk to him, to explain everything.” You wanted to run up to his room but you weren’t sure if he was even there.

“Fine, I won’t stop you but you have to find him first. He left yesterday and hasn’t been back. He’s also not eating or training. Congratulations, you broke the nicest guy on Earth.” Kyla went back to watching TV.

Your heart slowly shattered as you processed everything she said.

You turned to Vegeta with tears already pooling in your eyes, trying not to let them fall. Vegeta picked you up and cradled you in his arms as he took off into the sky. He didn’t say a word and neither did you as he flew. It wasn’t that there was nothing to say, but there was too much and he knew that. The silence was helpful, but your heart ached and you wondered where Goku could be.

“I’ll find Kakarot.” Vegeta finally spoke.

He flew you home and laid you on the bed. Vegeta wasn’t the softest person, but he knew you well. On difficult days, he knew you needed three things: a mountain of blankets, snacks, and a comfort movie.

He brought every blanket from the hall closet and every last snack in your cabinets.

Once you had everything you needed, he took off in search of Goku.

Tracking him down should’ve been as simple as sensing the highest power level in the vicinity and flying that direction. But something was wrong.

Despite knowing he was close by, Vegeta could barely sense Goku’s energy.

Vegeta scoured the area, trying to hone in on Goku’s energy. He never thought he’d be searching for him just for you to break up with him. It was an odd arrangement he found himself in.

Vegeta continued to search and lowered himself closer to the ground to hopefully better sense Goku’s energy. As he was passing over a nearby clearing he felt a spike of ki. He immediately headed down to the area and paused when he saw Goku firing small ki blasts at a fallen tree.

“Kakarot!” Vegeta shouted as he descended to the ground.

Goku didn’t respond or even glance in Vegeta’s direction. As he moved closer. Another small ki blast hit the tree.

“Is this where you’ve been? Wasting your energy on a dead tree?” Vegeta asked, coming to a stop in front of him.

Goku still didn’t acknowledge Vegeta’s presence and that was one thing the prince would not tolerate. Hate him, yell at him, fight him, but don’t ignore him.

“Kakarot, stop this and go back home. Don’t be ridiculous,” he snapped.

Goku remained silent and kept his eyes averted from Vegeta, which only served to annoy him even more.

“Damn it, Kakarot, you’re acting like a child.” He snapped.

“Then leave.” Goku said in a low voice.

“I came here because of her, she’s concerned.”

“Then why didn’t she come here with you?” His voice was rough. Either he had yelled too much or he hadn’t spoken in a while, both were uncharacteristic of Goku unless he was in the middle of a fight.

“Because I wasn’t sure where you were and I didn’t want to drag her all over to find you,” Vegeta said, crossing his arms as he looked at the shell of Goku that sat before him. It was like everything that made him Goku was gone completely.

“Tell her I’m fine.” Goku barely answered without a glance at Vegeta.

“Tell her yourself. I’m not running messages back and forth.” Vegeta was growing more annoyed with the pathetic essence of Goku that remained.

“It doesn’t matter anyway.” He shrugged, but even that was lacking it’s usual amount of shoulder movement.

“This is what you plan to do? Wither away until you’re nothing because she didn’t choose you?” Vegeta pushed, trying to bring out whatever emotion he could.

“Yes.”

“Kakarot, stop being weak, you’re acting like you lost your mate!” Vegeta shouted. His entire body tingled with energy ready to be unleashed.

But as he stared down at Goku, he realized something he hadn’t considered until then.

“Did you choose her as a mate?”

Goku finally broke the dissociative gaze he held on the ground, “yes."

Vegeta couldn’t believe he didn’t see it before. He knew Goku wanted to be with you, but he didn’t know the full extent of his feelings.

"Doesn’t matter. She didn’t want me as a mate.” He dropped his gaze again.

Vegeta was torn between telling you and keeping that part to himself as he considered his next move. As much as Goku drove him crazy, he was his friend and the person that consistently pushed him to reach new heights in power.

“You idiot, do you realize how stupid it is to choose someone as your mate before you’re sure if they want you as a mate? That’s how this happens! Look at you!” Vegeta powered up to super saiyan, hopeful it would snap Goku out of his haze.

“I thought she would- why doesn’t she want me as a mate?” Goku furrowed his brow in confusion.

“Why would she want someone so clearly feeble and pathetic?” Vegeta continued to push him, trying to get some kind of response.

Goku was silent for a moment before looking up at Vegeta and narrowing his eyes at him, “it’s you. You got in the way. She was almost mine before you told her how you felt.”

“You lose to me one time and this is how you act? Imagine losing to me over and over for years! I’ve had to accept that I may never surpass you!” Vegeta yelled loud enough to send the nearby wildlife scurrying away. “I’m not sorry that I took her from you… I’m glad.”

Vegeta smirked when he saw Goku stand, "because I spared her a miserable existence with you, Kakarot.”

Goku shouted as he powered up into super saiyan blue, his aura glowing and a snarl plastered to his face.

Vegeta transformed into blue and blocked the first round of punches and kicks from Goku. He came back with his own, knocking Goku back with ease.

“Pathetic, you’re not even trying!”

Vegeta had fought Goku more times than he could count, he knew his power level, he knew his abilities and fighting style. But in this instance he felt foreign. Every move, hit, kick, it was all lacking in it’s usual ferocity.

“Fight me!” Vegeta shouted, trying to force Goku back from whatever weakened state he was in.

Goku charged at him, all punches and kicks that didn’t even stun Vegeta. He had lost his will to fight and it was hard to witness, even for Vegeta.

When he charged at him again, Vegeta stepped to the side and hit him with a hard punch to the back. Goku landed hard enough to crack the ground beneath him.

Vegeta lifted off the ground and moved towards him, bringing his hands together in a stance Goku was familiar with.

As Vegeta charged up one of his deadly attacks, Goku looked up. He could see the reflection of the Final Flash in Goku’s eyes and he was doing nothing to stop it.

“You’re not worth the effort.” Vegeta broke his stance and the attack he powered up.

He knew it was Goku on the ground at his feet, but he didn’t feel like him. He was empty, broken, and Vegeta couldn’t bring himself to push him further into the darkness that was already seeming to engulf him.

“Get up,” Vegeta ordered. Seeing someone as strong as Goku get brought to his knees and left so vulnerable over losing a mate was eye opening. He knew it was painful from what he saw growing up with some of the saiyans around him. But seeing it up close and knowing that he was part of the cause made him weary.

Goku stood on shaky legs, battered and dirty from the short fight.

“Go home, Kakarot.”

Vegeta didn’t give Goku a chance to argue against him before he took off into the sky. The image of Goku beaten and broken was something he knew would stick with him. He knew you’d have questions when he got back and he wasn’t certain on which answers he’d give.

You were full of way too many snacks from your movie binge and still felt just as miserable. To top it off, Vegeta still wasn’t back and it was getting dark outside.

You crawled out of bed and began to pace. So many thoughts were racing through your mind.

Maybe he didn’t find Goku? Maybe he did? Or he got lost? Or they’re both lost? Your mind continued to race, jumping from one ridiculous thought to the next. Just as you were about to walk through the floorboards, the door opened and Vegeta walked in.

You crossed the room and jumped into his arms, relieved to see him. He hugged you back but you could tell something was off.

“What happened?” You asked, pulling away.

Vegeta sighed and pulled you to the couch to sit down. Your heart felt like it was about to beat out of your chest. Vegeta making sure you were sitting down before he spoke? Definitely not a good sign.

“I found him. He’s not doing well but he should be home soon.”

“What do you- wait, why are you dirty?” You looked at the blast marks on his armor and the dirt scuffing his cheek.

“I fought him.” He answered simply without explanation.

“You what?!”

“Calm down, woman, it’s not what you think. I was trying to get him to snap out of whatever was happening to him,” he explained, but it only left more questions.

“And what was happening to him? Is he okay?”

“His power is down, he can barely fight, and he looks awful. But he’s alive, that’s all I can really say.”

You could tell whatever Vegeta witnessed was bothering him more than he was letting on but you weren’t sure why.

“Did he say anything?” You were growing even more concerned.

“Not much. Not to me anyways. He may talk to you.” Vegeta was still holding back, preoccupied with his thoughts.

“It just… I knew it would hurt him but like this? He usually bounces back pretty quickly from bad things.”

“I don’t know what to tell you. If you want to go talk to him I won’t stop you but you should probably wait until tomorrow.” He stood and surprisingly kissed the top of your head before he walked down the hallway towards the bathroom.

“I’m showering if you want to join,” he called back.

Your mind was a dizzying array of questions, but a relaxing shower with Vegeta was something you couldn’t pass up and right now you wanted to be close to him. You followed him down the hallway to find he’d already stripped and stepped into the shower. You quickly rid yourself of your clothing and climbed in with him.

In a blur of movement, he had you pulled against his chest with his lips pressed to yours.

You allowed yourself to get completely lost in him, pushing away as much of the worry as you could.

“I missed you.”

Vegeta smiled slightly against your lips and lifted you into his arms. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck.

“I was only gone for a few hours.” He kissed his way down your neck.

“Still missed you.” You mumbled as he nipped at the soft skin beneath your ear.

Vegeta’s touch was softer, gentler, than before. His fingers didn’t dig deep into you, his teeth didn’t bite and scrape at your skin.

“Vegeta,” you whispered, desperate to feel more of him. He pulled back, intense gaze centered on you.

“What’s wrong?” You asked.

“Nothing, woman.” He buried his face in the crook of your neck.

“Tell me. Please?” You wrapped your arms around him.

He grunted in response as he kissed down your chest.

You knew it was better not to push him to talk but you couldn’t shake the feeling that something more happened with Goku.

“Vegeta, please?” You tried one more time.

He growled and lifted his head. “I don’t want to talk right now, I just want this.”

His admission made you even more worried about what else had happened. Something was off and it was killing you to see how much Vegeta was affected. You decided to drop it and just enjoy the moment with him.

You pulled him into a soft kiss, needing to feel his lips against yours as you wrapped yourself around him tightly.

He kissed you back and let you cling to him as long as you needed. It almost seemed like he needed it just as much but that wasn’t like Vegeta at all.

“Thank you for finding him, I know that wasn’t something you wanted to do,” you whispered.

“Enough about Kakarot, woman.” He lifted you slightly and eased his cock into you.

He was actively avoiding the subject and trying to distract you in the process. Which he was doing a great job at. He pressed you back against the wall and set a slow pace of fucking you.

In the short time you were with Vegeta, he had never fucked you that slow. His cock slowly dragging against the walls of your pussy felt perfect.

“I used to think about you fucking me against the wall all the time,” you moaned.

“I’ve thought about fucking you on every surface that exists.” He said as he continued his slow ministrations.

You leaned forward and nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, licking and nipping your way up to his jaw.

Vegeta dug his fingers into your thighs while he held you up, using your body as a distraction for the thoughts running rampant through his mind.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of your cock,“ you said close to his ear.

"I plan on finding out if that’s true, woman.”

A harsh thrust took your breath away and forced his cock deeper.

Vegeta made good on his word, he fucked you through a few orgasms there in the shower before carrying you to the bedroom to continue. He laid you down on the bed, never breaking contact with your lips or your cunt. He seemed almost too eager to be close to you, but you weren’t complaining.

“More… Vegeta…” You moaned as his cock hit deep within you.

“Your stamina rivals that of a saiyan.” He growled against your neck.

“Only because I’ve wanted you for so fucking long. I lost count of how often I made myself come thinking about you.”

He growled in your ear and started fucking you harder.

“Does my prince find that hot?” You moaned between harsh thrusts.

“Yes.” He said through gritted teeth, clearly getting closer to his own release.

You tilted your hips up to meet him thrust for thrust. He growled and grunted against your neck, sweat covering both of you as he drove into you.

You raked your nails down his back and clenched around his cock as you let go again, falling into the blissful haze of your orgasm. A few more snaps of his hips and he finally came, his cock twitching inside of you.

He pulled out and settled on the bed next to you, panting and sweaty. You scooted up close and pressed your body against his side, hugging his muscular arm.

“Ask me whatever it is you’re dying to ask about what happened with Kakarot so we can move on from it,” Vegeta sighed.

You hesitated, not wanting to ruin the time you had together, but the question still remained, what happened with Goku that impacted Vegeta so much.

You turned over on your stomach to face him. He looked beautiful laying there, bare chest on display while he put his hands behind his head. The way his muscles rippled beneath his skin never failed to make you weak.

“I just need to know what happened with Goku to make you act so different.”

“If I tell you, there will be no follow up questions, understand?” He glanced over at you.

“That doesn’t seem fair.” You knew you’d have more questions.

“Agree or drop the subject.” He closed his eyes.

“Fine, fine. Just tell me.” You were annoyed, but at least you’d get one answer.

“Kakarot chose you as his mate.” It rolled off his tongue easily, but hit you hard.

“He… he what?” Your chest tightened. You didn’t even know all of the details about choosing a mate but you knew it could have detrimental effects on a saiyan’s psyche if they lost one.

“I said no questions, woman. He was stupid for doing it without knowing you were his,” he said, keeping up his usual attitude towards Goku.

“What did you say to him? Did you-”

“No questions!” He snapped.

You scowled at him before coming up with a solution, “fine. I’ll just assume you consoled him. Held him in an embrace and told him it was going to be okay. You’re such a good friend."

"That’s not what happened, woman!” He turned over to look at you.

“I wouldn’t know. You won’t tell me. I can only assume.” You shrugged.

“Assume all you want, I’m done talking about Kakarot,” he grumbled, sliding out of bed.

You remained there for the rest of the night, mulling everything over. By the time Vegeta came back to bed, you were half asleep and too groggy to still be mad at him for his reaction.

He scooted closer to you than usual and draped an arm over your waist.

You froze at the realization that Vegeta was possibly cuddling with you. You shifted to see if he moved after noticing he was touching you, but he didn’t move. He actually nuzzled his face into the back of your neck and grunted.

You drifted off to sleep with ease. Each time you briefly woke up throughout the night, he had a hand somewhere on you like he was paranoid you might disappear.

The following morning, you woke up alone. It wasn’t a surprise, Vegeta was adamant about training most days but you hoped he would take the day off with you after everything that happened.

It was tempting to go find him and bring him back, but there was another saiyan that you needed to see. Anxiety already formed in your stomach as you made the decision to go see Goku.

You got dressed and headed for Goku’s house. You had no idea what to expect but what you saw was not even remotely close to any possibility you had in mind.

You knocked and when the front door opened, Goku appeared. Only it didn’t look like him. His hair was a complete mess and he looked pale and gaunt. His sweatpants were too loose around his waist, only staying up because of the drawstring. It was as if he lost himself and all that remained was the broken down hollow shell of the goofy Saiyan you fell for.

“Hey… ” You said, feeling the dam about to break and send tears streaming down your face.

Goku paused for a moment, taking the sight of you in. He looked you up and down and you could have swore you saw his lip trembled. Instead of one of his usual happy greetings, he grabbed you abruptly and hugged you to his chest.

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iamtheempress · 4 years

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Cold Blooded

A Dragon Ball Horror Fic {Part 11}

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Frieza’s slow. Patient. Methodical. With every step his little smile returns to his face as he sees the lab with which he made his first realization he felt something towards her. Its almost sentimental to him.

From within the sterile lab the petrified scientist looked for anything. Anything at all to defend herself, then ran to the opposite door. The only one used to escape by the incinerator. So much for that. With the power out and backup generator fried the only thing working is this horrible white light blinking on and off in the lab…

Shes fucked. SHes fucked and she knows it.. No goodbye to Vegeta or anything. Her tomb is her laboratory. A place of creation. “Dammit...DAMMIT!” she shouts and her eyes meet with the vials of liquid that could potentially save her life...

The corrosive material. The same which she used to pierce his membrane.

“Perfect…” She whispered out, only to be taken from thought fromthe door creaking open.

“If theres anything that is perfect here, my dear Carlie it is you…” Hes more clear here, hes golden… this is his form he was talking about right. Its nightmarish and sleek.

“I hate to make things so short but i must inform you my dear… this is your last time on earth… from here i have a fleet at my command waiting for OUR arrival. You will never return to this wretched dirtball again for as long as you shall live.” He promises crossing the room with both arms locked prim and proper at the base of his spine he now easily towers over her, whereas before he was exactly her height.

Shes cornered. The position shes put herself in is foolish at best. Caught between Frieza and a concrete wall and a counter top with 50 vials of liquid.

“And if your moronic primate and his little friends find it necessary to hunt you down…” He raises his hand to her cheek and she flinches, his thumb grazes her bottom lip. Solid scarlet red eyes focused on her mouth and then her eyes as he leans closer. “Ill kill them one by one… and ill make sure that you watch. As my empress you will see that your former friends perish appropriately…” Carlie pipes up as Friezas now mere inches from her lips.

“And i have no say in any of this… your just going to fucking take me..” She chokes out a cry, tears threatening to spill down her flush cheeks. “OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOO!! Carlie Carlie CARLIE!!! You never had a choice… you accepted me like a true friend… instead of cowering in fear of me… and you assume I WOULDNT take the opportunity to snatch you up??? Your a prize to be won… and one i wont let go to waste for the likes of that brutish little runt of a monkey…” He comments, absolutely preening with success and excitement.

Carlie reached behind her and grabbed the rack of vials and brought it over her head into the crown of Friezas head, smashing it and pouring the corrosive material all over the Emperor and onto his flesh. The human woman bared her nails and threw any and all caution to the wind.

“What in the-you…” Frieza backed up adn looked at his shoulders and didnt notice the human girl lunging at him with nails digging into his neck and dragging down harshly. Cutting clean into his flesh leaving a deep scratch like a wild cat.

“You made the worst decision, Carlie…” Frieza lulled grimacing. The scientist reared back and punched the emperor in the face square in the teeth. A tooth came out… he got some of the acid in his mouth too. Carlies minor victory was short lived. With blinding speed Frieza snatched the humans neck and gripped it. Forcing her to the ground.

“Out of every smart thing you have done, Carlie. That was certainly the stupidest thing any human has ever done. So yes. A job well done is in order. You have infuriated the Emperor of the Universe to the point where i wlll not take pity upon you..” While choking under the golden tyrants grip she used all the strength she had inher not to pull his hand from her throat but to scratch and mangle his chest and any exposed area. With reckless and careless abandon. Shes mindlessly fighting back to achieve a hollow victory.

A very hollow victory.

“F-Fuck you! Fuck you and y-your damned offer to be a fucking empress! Im Vege-AAAAH!” SHe screams loudly when the worst pain entered her stomach. A fucking death beam straight into her stomach and out her back.

“You are a filthy mouthed little whore. You were coppulating with the primate, do you truly think id want my reproductive organs anywhere near your own when that monkey has slavved about inside of you…” Friezas fingers tighten more around her neck, her eyes wide and blood shot.

“Tut tut now… I wanted to actually see this serum your so proud of in action.. Dont go dying on me n-” She reaches her arms up and scratches hellishly at his neck gasping for air that will never reach her pretty lips. He lifts her head abit and moves her head… Like its some sick fantasy to see someone teetering on the edge of life and death so callously..

Her eyes wept as she now kicked and scratched as the grinning tyrant… who bit his lip ensuring shes getting closer to death.. The blood she was laying on was her own but the blood that dripped on her from him was cold..

Friezas just as cold blooded as the life fuel that runs through his veins… “You feel that? That is because of you you wretch.. I offered you my blood for your hoidy toidy experiments. I know you done amazing things with it.. You can SEE me as you take your last breaths..OH THATS RIGHT!! I almost forgot.” He smiles and takes a needle and shoves it into her neck as the vision slipped and she was just about to cusp into the otherworld.

With that very press of her serum coursing through her veins she understood how potent and strong it truly was… She felt alive. Rejuvenated. Her heart pounding and face dark blue from him squeezing the air from her lungs. “See? It worked! And you got to see it yourself… You should be sooooooo proud…”

Carlie closed her mouth and looked right up at Frieza with petrified eyes. Shaking and feeling the life slip slowly from her body. “I will remember that when i see Vegeta again… that i was the last thing you ever seen… not that he would give a damn…” He sunk down and pressed his lips firm against the cold girls lips, molding them to hers, for several seconds Frieza felt euphoric… eyes closed and reveling in his first and her final kiss.

Before he could pull away he crushed her throat beneath his grip and felt her go limp beneath him. His lips smack as he pulls away from the body of the woman he wanted to call his empress… Frieza stared at her.. At her corpse.. At her hand and then at the ring.

Then up at the window to the viewing room.. HIs neck and chest was ruined.

Scratched and mangled to high hell. Carlies last stand displayed on his neck. Permanently.

The emperor knelt down and took the ring from her corpse and pushed hair from her face, and exited capsule corp out the back and into the night. Emotions very unclear in Friezas head, he was silent. Brooding. Depressed.

Several minutes pass. Capsule Corp was silent.. A dome with a lone corpse inside waiting to be found.

Bulma had returned with Goku and Vegeta who opened up Capsule Corp from its power shut down. Lights thrown back on and the search was on. Vegeta tore up everything. Bulma said nothing and allowed him to search for her.

“Do you think Frieza escaped with her??” Goku questioned following Vegeta to the door to Carlies lab. Vegeta remained silent, his heart pounding in his ears. He stopped dead in his tracks upon finding the mangled door to the lower lab.

“No…” The prince burst down the stairs to the most grizzly scene he had ever bared witness too. Despite destroying entire planets and killing millions in his time while working for Frieza..

No death had affected him so horribly then her own.

Bulma started weeping, as Vegeta lifted her in his arms. Kneeling in a pool of her own blood. It felt like an eternity before he spoke..

“Kakarot.. Bulma.. Get the Dragon Balls.”

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lilhemmo · 4 years

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Kinda a silly request: Could you write a Vegeta x reader using this as a prompt- “I’m gonna fight the next person who talks shit about you.” “I’m such trash.” “Alright, put them up. Fight me.” Have fun with it!

a/n: you were right, this was loads of fun! please feel free to request more!!! this is definitely kind of an au??? haven’t really decided let’s just have fun with it!!

ps, i think this is semi-established relationship?? can’t really tell myself. just wanted vegeta to make out with reader, so this is what you get!

“I mean, what’s with the stupid monologuing all the time? And that stupid pointy hair he’s got?! How lame!”

“Shut up, Yamcha!” you find yourself screaming at dinner one night.

You’ve had it. You’ve had enough of it.

You growl, slamming your fists down on the table. He’s not here to defend himself, and that’s what makes it worse.

You narrow your eyes across the table, “The only reason you have anything nasty to say is because he’s not here to kick your ass. So keep your mouth shut before I do it for him.”

Your fangs are bared and your eyes are threatening to glow blue at the pure rage pouring through your body like liquid metal. The base of your spine starts to tickle and you know if you don’t control it, you’ll go super right here in front of everyone. You ache for your tail, longing for the time when you could rampage and blame it on the uncontrollable, archaic form of your ancestors.

The way your stomach twists makes it easy for you not to be hungry any longer. Your Saiyan brethren would be disappointed, but you don’t care. Ferocity eats away at you like an itch you can’t scratch and you walk away from the group before you’re threatening them one too many times.

After a while, you find yourself trudging along the sandy pathway that leads to the different areas of Capsule Corporation grounds. Your fingers pass over the bushes of flowers, plucking a plume for yourself. Holding it up to your nose, you lose yourself in the scent as you continue to where Vegeta and Goku normally train - a special arena built by Bulma to simulate natural fighting situations.

The grunting you hear off in the distance makes you feel like you’ve intruded on someone’s personal time - as a Saiyan, you know how important training is to the others. Vegeta’s form is hovering midair, mocking punches to a faux enemy as his hair glows a bright golden. He senses your energy and turns his attention to you, muscles tensing momentarily before his body relaxes.

“Oh, just you,” he clears his throat and levitates near the ground before pointing his toes and dropping downward. “What do you want?”

You narrow your eyes and curl your hands to fists, “Spar with me.”

Vegeta raises a brow, “Something has you angry. I can feel your energy rising the more you sit there, thinking about whatever pissed you off.”

“The earthlings have rubbed off on you, Prince,” you sneer, turning your hips so you’re in fighting position. “Shut up and fight me.”

Your Saiyan counterpart smirks and braces himself at the knees before charging at you, fists held forward in an attempt to land a punch to your face. You turn, allowing him to pass you by and also giving you the opportunity to land the heel of your foot into the base of his spine, successfully slamming his body into the dirt.

Vegeta lets loose a grunt and digs his hands into the soil, gritting his teeth as he glares up at you, “Cheap shot! Have you no pride?!”

“Pride enough for the both of us, baby.” You curl your toes and channel your Super Saiyan form, your scalp tickling as you stack your energy in your stomach. You grip your hands to fists and cry out in a feral rage, eyes blinded for a moment while you transform. When you come out of your power-induced cocoon, you see the cusp of Vegeta’s fist about to punch you right between the eyes.

His upper lip curls into a proud snarl as you grab him by the knuckles and stop his attack before he can touch you. You grip him harder and the sight of him reminds you why you’re here, sparking your anger all over again.

“F’ing Yamcha,” you growl, turning Vegeta’s wrist so he does a twirl midair before you sling him to the ground.

He catches himself before he crushes the earth beneath him, hovering only inches above the grass. Vegeta’s eyes simmer with ferocity and he lets out a short yell before his super form overtakes his body and his blue irises are scanning you for weaknesses in your form. With a quick shout, he bursts forward to land a punch to your gut.

The two of you trade blows, and with every fist he throws your way, you hear another insult, another one-liner from another villainous mouth. You feel the way the energy curls up in your spine, your super form threatening to become something much more menacing. Sweat drips from every orifice of your body and your face is bright red.

“Hey,” Vegeta’s voice calls you out of a blind rage of volleys.

You blink hard, pausing in midair, “Wh-What?”

He grabs both of your fists and immobilizes you, “What’s actually going on? You said Yamcha’s name earlier. Should I be worried about something?”

“Hell no,” you shake your head and power down, your hair falling back to your shoulders and your form slimming down. You sigh and he releases your fist, his own super form retreating.

“I’m just so sick and tired of you getting the brunt of everything,” you shake your head and the comments and remarks start repeating in your mind. You swallow, “The butt of the joke because they know you can’t do anything to them, not with Goku standing in the way. They’re only asses because they’re not afraid. I know I shouldn’t, but I want to make them afraid again.”

Your hands shake with the threat of power overtaking your body, blind rage like that of an ape curling around your spine and strengthening your posture. You grit your teeth and look him in the eyes, “Goku gets the praise every time. I’m sick of it! You do so much for us and...and this is what you get?!”

You’re surprised to hear Vegeta chuckling, and it only spurs your rage on. Your heels dig into the dirt and you break the surface of the earth, your form becoming heavier the longer you think about it.

“I’m gonna fight the next person who talks shit about you,” you vow, holding your hands in tight fists. You growl, your fangs bared as you look up at him, “I’m done holding back!”

Vegeta feels something stir in his stomach at the sight of you so enraged on his behalf. His pride swells and he tilts his head, considering you before he speaks, “I’m such trash. Such a waste of space. Pathetic excuse of a Saiyan.”

Your jaw drops, “Wh-Wha-fine. Put ‘um up. Let’s go.”

There is an air of confidence about him when you start sparring again, the both of you pushing one another to your very limits, trying to break through your ceiling of power. You scream and the very sound makes Vegeta’s hair stand on end, but it does more to fuel his desire than anything else.

Your fist connects with his stomach, tossing him in the air. You take the advantage of him being blindsided to teleport above him and, using your fists curled together, slam your hands into his back. He reels downward, unable to catch himself before he makes a deep dent into the earth below.

Just as you go after him, the group celebrating at Bulma’s makes their way into the woods, wondering where all the noise is coming from. Your eyes connect with Yamcha and you see red, flying towards him with power at your heels, your fists shaking with the need to send him to Other World for what he was saying earlier.

“Oh my god, wait, I’m-” Yamcha puts his hands in front to protect himself as best he can, but you never make contact.

Your jaw is close to snapping under the pressure of your teeth, fist just millimeters away from connecting with Yamcha’s nose. The only thing saving him is the pair of arms wrapped around your waist belonging to a certain Saiyan Prince.

“You’re lucky,” you seethe between your teeth, eyes narrowed at the earthling. “You’re lucky that he’s stronger than me, or else you’d be in other world crying to King Yemma right about now.”

Yamcha starts stuttering, but Vegeta has already bolted into the sky, leaving the group of earthlings dazed and confused below. Even in the distance you can hear Bulma complaining loudly about how much she’s going to have to pay someone to fix up the battle grounds.

“Why did you do that?” you ask once he’s deposited you on the balcony.

Vegeta’s mouth is on yours in a moment. His body backs you into a wall, hands gripping at your waist like his life depends on it. You feel the tip of his tongue nudging at you and you gasp, allowing him to map out the cavity of your mouth. You feel his palm tap at your hips and you jump up into his arms, rocking your hips against his as you situate yourself in his grip. Your hands tug at his hair, silently begging him to make quick work of your body with that devilish mouth.

“Can’t resist you when you’re bloodthirsty,” he growls against your collarbone before running the tip of his nose against your jugular. You gasp, hips canting as he bares his teeth to your veins, your body keening at the idea of a bruise blooming on your throat.

You grip his hair tighter, tugging at his scalp but it only spurs him on, “O-Only for you.”

“Damn right,” he mumbles into the swell of your chest. He presses sloppy, wet kisses to the area and when the balmy afternoon air washes over the two of you, you can’t help the way your thighs squeeze against his hips as gooseflesh blossoms on your skin.

Vegeta slams open the balcony door and tosses you onto the nearby mattress, the layout of your bedroom overly familiar to you both. He smirks as he closes the door and shuts the blinds, encasing the room in a shadow.

The last thing you see before your eyes screw shut is electricity crackling around his teal irises, palms open and ready to take you for all you’re worth.

a/n: wow, that turned.. spicier than i intended. request more if you like!

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confession: the original draft of Guiltless (AO3 link) was much more fast paced. it was edited because I didn’t really know where to go from here, and I wanted more pining. deleted scene below:

“Liar,” Majin Vegeta said. “Fine. I can’t change back. Are you happy now?”

Goku blinked, and brought his hands back down to his sides. “Can’t? What do you mean?”

Vegeta turned to him. “I mean I don’t know how!” he roared, and shoved Goku’s chest. Goku stumbled back two steps under the sudden pressure. “So if you and the woman could just leave it alone-”

“We didn’t mean to bother you, we just didn’t know,” Goku said. “Uh, no offense, but you’re kind of hard to read like this.”

For some reason, this seemed to mollify Vegeta a little. “Good,” he said. “You earthlings are always trying to get into my business.”

“Aw, we just like you, Vegeta.”

Vegeta raised an eyebrow. “Why are you always flirting with me?”

Goku’s heart skipped a beat. His throat was suddenly bone-dry. He opened his mouth in an automatic denial, but all that came out was a few sputtering noises. He coughed, hard, to clear his throat. “Um, what?”

“You heard me.”

Had Vegeta’s gaze always been so piercing? Goku couldn’t breathe under the weight of his eyes, still an artificially light blue from Super Saiyan. “I wasn’t flirting. I just want to help you with this whole-”

“Bullshit,” Vegeta called. “You do it constantly.”

“What was I doing that was flirting?”

“The compliments,” Vegeta fired off. “All the looking, the touching, the complete lack of personal space-”

“I’m like that with everyone-”

“The hell you are, Kakarot!” he snarled. “I will not live my life dancing around this anymore!”

For an instant, it was years ago, and he was standing in front of Majin Vegeta again. I will not live my life as your second! past-Vegeta had said, right before he’d destroyed everything.

“That time is over,” past and present Vegeta said in unison, and then he grabbed Goku by the jaw, dragged his face down, and kissed him.

***

Vegeta’s lips were hot. His aura felt like lightning. He’d managed to knock Goku senseless even faster than he had last time he was Majin.

With effort, Goku managed to rip himself away. It took him a second to force his tingling mouth to form words. “Vegeta, what the hell?”

Vegeta shrugged. He didn’t look sorry. “Well why not?”

“You’re married!” Goku said. “I’m married! What’s Chi-Chi going to-”

“I couldn’t give less of a damn about her right now, Kakarot,” Vegeta interrupted, staring up at him. He took a step closer.

Goku stepped back. “Bulma,” he argued.

“She’ll get over it.”

He took another step back. Vegeta kept advancing. “Look, this kind of came out of nowhere, maybe we can have some space-”

“Nowhere?” Vegeta echoed sarcastically. “Three years in the hyperbolic time chamber-”

“We were training-”

“When you refused to save the entire universe because I was in the way of your precious your spirit bomb-”

“We got Buu anyway, it worked out-”

“Your thoughts when we fused?” Vegeta asked, and Goku’s breath caught in his throat. “Gogeta was less than a year ago, you think I didn’t have access to all your thoughts?”

Goku’s cheeks felt warm. His thoughts - look, obviously, he’d had some thoughts about Vegeta. Vegeta was so stunning, so striking - everybody must have had thoughts about Vegeta. What it’d be like to kiss him, to be able to bury his face in Vegeta’s chest, to hold him close - he knew, from when they’d shared a mind in fusion, that Vegeta had had some of the same thoughts about him. A particularly vivid fantasy about ripping off Goku’s arm-bands and tying him up-

But they were just thoughts. They didn’t talk about it. Sometimes, after a hard spar or day training on Whis’s planet, Goku would look over at Vegeta and Vegeta’s gaze would drop to his lips, and he knew-

“Fine,” Goku growled, voice low. “Maybe it’s not completely out of nowhere. But it’s wrong, Vegeta. We can’t be like this.”

“Says who?” he demanded. “If it’s you, just say so.”

“It’s me,” Goku said instantly.

Vegeta’s power level spoked instantly, and he jumped up to Super Saiyan 2. “LIAR!” he roared, veins popping out of his skin, suddenly furious. “I’ve seen your thoughts, Kakarot-”

“We can’t be together like that, Vegeta!” Goku shouted, jumping up to Super Saiyan 2 to match, fists clenching at his sides. “Our families-”

“Like I give a shit-” Vegeta roared, face red.

“And we wouldn’t work, and I’m not risking our friendship!” Goku finished, making his decision and sliding back into his fighting stance. “You’ll understand once you’re back to normal.”

Vegeta squared up. “All I understand is that you’re a coward.”

For a second, Goku just stared at Vegeta. It probably wasn’t too late to drop his guard, and go back and kiss Vegeta after all. He’d never get a second chance at this. They could do it, while they had the excuse, just to get it out of their systems…

Like he’d ever get this longing for Vegeta out of his system. It was probably written on his soul.

Goku darted forward, jumped into the air, and punched Vegeta in the jaw.

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carnal-lnstinct · 4 years

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Conton City Lockdown

Summary: Time patrollers have returned from missions carrying an unknown disease and infecting others denizens of Conton City with it, forcing Trunks and Supreme Kai of Time to shut down most operations and training around the City and drastically limit missions for a while until they can get everything under control. Everyone is instructed to stay inside their assigned domiciles until further notice. “Who knows what that could do to the timeline if Patrollers pass it on during a mission?!” Supreme Kai of Time urges Conton. The Conton City Hero has also been quarantined with her current Master, Goku much to both their dismay as there was still so much training left. What other shenanigans can the two saiyans get themselves into while being all cooped up.

Word Count: 2,164 (Chapter 2) AO3 Rating: Mature Warning: ( explicit language ) A/N: Did I yadda yadda some saiyan lore around a story line where anything can happen and be logically possible when time travelling and universe hopping exist on a regular basis? You bet your sweet monkey tail having arse. This one was a little shorter, but the Gitchie, gitchie, ya-ya returns next chapter.

Chapter 2

You're not too keen on traveling to the other world of your own free will just yet. It was barely a pleasant experience travelling to Hell to correct the hitch in the timeline before. Not to mention the Parallel Quests assigned to you to investigate. For a place so colorful and vast...it was Hell. No need to see more of it or anything like it for a while. Your Training Master making the suggestion to travel with him to King Kai's is immediately met with a hard pass. Yes, you had eventually brought out the tracksuit he left behind a while ago as a spare pair of clothing for him. And as predicted he recalled the dead Kai's humble planet. "No one goes there but me, anyways" He pointed out as a matter of fact, "There was no way a dead Kai was going to get sick". As quickly as he could put on the clothes after cleaning up from your passionate moments, he bid you farewell for now and was gone. Leaving you with just the phantom traces of his rough hands abusing your skin and sloppy kisses all over your face and neck. It had only been hours following the powerful experience and you couldn't believe how much you missed his presence already. It would go against your nature to have begged him to stay simply because you wanted to stay close to him a little longer. Maybe the time separated was needed to give you some time to think it over. Goku was your Trainer, after all. Not only yours, either. But he had always praised you as his star pupil. Never have you felt selfish of another person before and blamed it all on still being caught up in the heat of the moment.

As the time passed on and the new day surely came to its expected end, right as you were ready to accept that you were going to be here alone for a while, Goku's energy instantly fills the space and he reappears in front of you. His skin sweaty and tracksuit filthy from his work out, but with that delighted smile of his. Your heart fluttered, not expecting him to return so soon. In his hand was a bundle of boxed food made by the North Kai. What you assumed was some portion of food he saved for himself for later was brought specifically for you. Without warning, you climbed the larger Saiyan with a single leap when he said it, crashing your mouth onto his and practically mounted him right then, his sore muscles and all. Nothing sharing the lunch he brought afterwards didn't fix.

The few days following Goku's awakening into this "new hobby" has been a very informative bonding experience for the two of you. And now you were sure he was trying to kill you with it. Of course, you bring it on yourself having to be the initiator, the latter still not quite able to pick up on your cues or innuendos to jump start a good time. You'd make it clear to him in your frustration after you toss playing coy out the window and spell it out to him. That aggressive tone you embody that would put off anyone else yet it only seemed to make the Saiyan feel embarrassed for his short-comings in the whole thing, but thrilled for the shared pleasure. Goku's gentleness in his approach to it sometimes leaves you somewhat unsatisfied, not that he never made up for in the long run, and boy does he, but he was never just right when you needed him to be.

Granted, your wild fantasy stems from the raunchy mangas you have filled your spare time with, you know the Earthly Saiyan has it in him. He just missuses it. When you want him to challenge your forwardness and press his hard, trained body against yours, squeeze your smaller frame to fit to his and stare you down with his feral eyes, he's tenderly rubbing into the curves of your back and tail, and placing these little warm kisses into your face and neck. But when you want to take it slower after being driven into at different angles and your body aches from the constant stimulation, he does not relent nor does your burning saiyan blood and sex-drunk mind carry the sense to yield even when the azure color fills his eyes and the golden hue vibrates across the outline of his body threatening to revitalize him for another go. You just wanted to see that savage vigor from beginning to end, and then the gentleness can follow.

It was the closest thing the two of you had to training together these days, a challenge of endurance and control. Still, not a day went by you weren't longing for Supreme Kai of Time or the Elder Kai to summon you back to the Time Nest for another special mission. With all the going on of the disease and that creep Fu on the loose as well, work was going to be non-stop to catch up when it was finally okay to head out again and you were looking forward to scratching that fighting itch once more. The worry settling in your bones and the daily complaint of your "cell mate" begging for the same release were beginning to make you stir-crazy. You had to distract him for your sake and his. One more 'It's already been "so-and-so" days, when's it gonna be over?' and you were going to put him through a wall.

Being saiyans on opposite ends of the spectrum did well to draw attention away from the quarantine, as well. You found yourself more intrigued with this version's history that lead him to the man he is today. You know the basics, all the scouted Time Patrollers do, but this variant of the Z Warrior lead a life not too similar with the story and still comes out more powerful than ever. You pressed him for answers, idle chat through the "parrying" game you came up with to keep your focus sharp. Goku sits in front of you with both his hands held up as you try to punch your fists pass them. There was no concern you would land anything. The way he misdirects your fists with hardly a flinch in his posture was pure instinct. As you sat across from him, fists up as you try to think 3 steps ahead and contemplate which one to throw at him, you finally asked.

"What's it like? Living with Earthlings? " Hoping your sudden question would give you the opening you need, throwing a right hook only to be swatted to his right. You recoil back into your stance, continuing. "I didn't grow up on Planet Vegeta either, but I was still raised around other saiyans."

"Really? I thought all of you were coming from another Planet Vegeta in the time-space holes you guys are always working on. I'd love to see what kind of strong warriors you got there, especially if they're as strong as you!" Another success block as you come at him from the right again. "As for Earth, it's pretty amazing! We don't have many saiyans, but we got a pretty strong batch of fighters. If not for guys like Piccolo, Raditz or Vegeta, we would never know how much stronger we could become. But when we're not fighting to get stronger and everything's at peace, it can be pretty beautiful. A little too quiet for me, but I wouldn't want to have it any other way so long as I can always get a good fight in every once in a while. Not to mention all the awesome food!"

Agreed, Earth definitely had some of the best food you ever had in your whole life and was grateful for its abundance here in Conton City. There was so much flavor, and the different consistencies all coming together to make something you couldn't hardly put it into words. It made your mouth water just thinking about it. "What about you, (y/n)?" The Saiyan asks.

"In my timeline, I grew up on Planet Stock. A sub colony of Saiyans our King Vegeta colonized in secret from King Cold as a gift to the Young Prince who would one day rise as a formidable foe to that tyrant Cold and his heirs. Then he would rule over Stock as his own kingdom while Planet Vegeta acted as our hub world. Or... at least that was the plan. One day our planet suddenly stopped getting responses from Planet Vegeta, not even the best scouters could detect it anywhere. Like it disappeared. It was only after I became a Time Patroller I found out Frieza destroyed it." Your fists visibly clench tighter as you opt for a left punch this time. Rather than parrying it this time, Goku catches it in his hand.

"Frieza always prides himself on that. I'm sorry." Your Master offers looking down at you with a softer gaze. You look up from your focal point to see his stare and look away.

"It doesn't matter. Knowing what I know now, even if Planet Vegeta and Stock had hundreds and hundreds of our best warriors there to defend against Frieza's attack, we would be worse for it. I've seen it.. " You withdraw your fist from his hold and roll your shoulders. "And Lord Beerus will destroy us all for it." You lower your stance and release your tensed hands. It's not easy to think that letting one monster destroy the home world of your people was better than the God of Destruction wiping out both worlds. Besides, the scroll of time deemed it the most accurate that Frieza gets to do it. You're still pushing against the Elder Kai and Supreme Kai of Time to use the Dragon Balls to restore Planet Vegeta.

"It's never easy to make decisions like that. There's not a moment I don't think back on the times when I was at my limit and felt like I was gambling with the lives of my friends and the people of earth in order to win a fight. But I always find a way to push through and save everyone. I even thought letting Cell blow me up would spare everyone. " He laughs, but it sounded a little more morose than his usual joy, making you turn your gaze back towards him. "I was foolish, when I had fought Cell we were evenly matched until I used my Kaioken attack and managed to knock Android 18 of him. I gave him a chance to give up and leave the planet and instead I put everyone else in danger.. I even thought if I stayed in the Other World, Earth would be a better place. We still had Piccolo to keep an eye on everything, and Vegeta too. Oh, and Trunks, too! He was going to grow up someday and be a strong warrior just like his father. Everyone else could live the life they wanted."

Goku extends his large hand and cups your small cheek into its curve, you leaning into the warm touch, "Your heart's in the right place. I see why everyone puts so much faith in you to do your best." His smile grows and your cheeks glisten with a pink hue. You avert your eyes as your insides flutter up again to avoid his knowing eyes.

"--W-Whatever, don't go getting all sentimental on me." You shrug trying to fight off your own smile. You raise your fist and give him a playfully nudge on his chin. "See, you're leaving yourself wide open. Keep this up and I'll surpass you in no time." Goku's bright laughter comes full force and he takes your first in his hand again.

"So long as you keep training, I'm sure you will." He brushes your fist pass his lips and delicately places a kiss to your battle-hardened knuckles. "I'll be sure to get stronger, too."

That sounded romantic coming from him, the blush on your face spreading but you keep trying to play it off. A little soft touch...actually does a lot to you. Your chest and your belly are bouncing such a warmth back and forth but it's different from wanting him to pin you down with all his strength and bury himself to the hilt inside you. Just his hand on your cheek and wrapped around your fingers as his lips caressed them was so...fulfilling. Even his laugh, once this goofy sound to your ears was now a blissful tone to your very soul. The Savior of Earth, this immortalized hero across the timelines made you feel like you were blooming. The sensation was only shaken by the sudden growl of his stomach, prompting him to laugh nervously "Whoops, guess I'm hungry again."

You laugh too and shake your head. "Fine, but dishes are on you this time."

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Nothing To Gain, Nothing To Lose: Slice of Life Oneshots

Dragon Ball Z | Raditz/Yamcha | Alternate Universe

Read here on AO3!!

Chapter One

About a week after he arrives back on earth, Kakarot instant transmissions directly into Yamcha’s cabin unannounced right as Raditz is bending Yamcha over the kitchen island, yanking his head back by his hair and kissing his neck, his hand in Yamcha’s pants and stroking his cock.

“God-fucking-dammit, shit!” Yamcha splutters, squirming out of Raditz’s arms and turning so red he almost fucking glows.

“Oh, so this is what Krillin meant when he said you two are more than friends!” Kakarot crows cheerfully, completely oblivious to the situation he has created. Raditz sighs and puts his hands on the island, leaning forward and glaring at Kakarot. “You shouldn’t do that in the kitchen, though. It’s kinda gross to have sex where you make food.”

“I was busy, brother.” Raditz growls, cutting his eyes to Yamcha as he scurries down the hall.

“Well, you’re not now. Let’s fight!” Kakarot replies, scratching the back of his head. Raditz’s tail lashes, frustrated, and he adjusts his pants before he steps out of the kitchen and squares up to his brother.

“You know, I was going to tell you to go to Hell when this day came, but now I think I’ll just send you there myself.” Raditz snarls, looking down at Kakarot. His tail whips the air again, catching Kakarot’s attention.

“Wow, you’re really mad, huh? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt or whatever.” Kakarot says, eyes huge. “I’m just excited to fight ya again. You were super strong, and I wanna see if I can beat ya without Piccolo!”

“I get it.” Raditz says, taking a deep breath and trying to stamp down on his temper. “Go outside and wait, Kakarot.”

“It’s Goku.”

“Goku.”

“Okay!” Kakarot says happily, bounding outside. Raditz huffs and rakes a hand through his hair, then turns and heads down the hall.

“He’s outside.” He says softly, leaning on the door frame and watching as Yamcha makes himself busy. “You want to finish what we started, or has that passed?”

“I’m not even hard anymore, man.” Yamcha huffs, glancing at him. “Nothing like your best friend walking in on you and his brother getting hot and heavy on the kitchen counter.” He laughs humorlessly. Raditz snorts and crosses the room, grabbing Yamcha to stop his agitated pacing.

“If it helps, he wasn’t fazed by it in the slightest. Just said we shouldn’t have sex where food is prepared.” Raditz says, pulling Yamcha into a firm hug. Yamcha laughs, a dry bark that makes Raditz chuckle softly.

“He wasn’t mad or anything?”

“No. He even apologized.”

“I love him, but he’s a dumbass.” Yamcha laughs in earnest then, pulling back and looking up at Raditz. “Want me to suck you off? You still got a bit of a situation goin’ on down here.” Raditz grins, stroking Yamcha’s hair and leaning down to kiss him.

“Might wanna make it quick, much as I’d like for you to take your time. Take too long, and he’ll just bust in again.” Raditz replies, walking backwards as Yamcha pushes him across the room. His back hits the wall, Yamcha’s body pressing hard against him, his cock twitching at Yamcha’s devilish grin.

“Quick, huh?” He purrs, dropping to his knees and smoothing his hands up Raditz’s thighs. “I can do quick.” He yanks Raditz’s sweatpants down to pool at his ankles, palming Raditz’s erection and pumping it roughly. With his other hand, Yamcha pulls the tube of lubricant they were going to use in the kitchen out of Raditz’s pocket.

He doesn’t play around or tease, he just gets right to work, taking Raditz into his mouth and sucking hard, ripping a wounded sound all the way up from Raditz’s fucking toes. His eyes flash up to meet Raditz’s for just a moment, and then he presses forward, taking Raditz into his throat.

“Oh fuck, baby.” Raditz hisses.

One hand slips up the back of Raditz’s thigh, one slick finger petting his entrance as he sucks and swirls his tongue, bobbing his head shallowly at first to get used to the motion. Raditz rests one hand on Yamcha’s head, massaging small circles into his scalp with his fingertips, moaning long and low when Yamcha rewards the attention with two fingers pressing inside him, rubbing gently at his prostate. Raditz’s tail wraps around Yamcha’s wrist of its own mind, and he drops his head back, staring at the ceiling as Yamcha syncs his mouth and his hand. He feels warmth pool in his belly, a tingling sensation pulling up from his groin as he flies to the edge, embarrassingly quick. Yamcha’s free hand presses against Raditz’s lower belly, fingers splayed, and Raditz grabs it, gripping it tightly.

“I’m coming.” Raditz gasps, hips bucking, a low moan escaping him as Yamcha hollows his cheeks. He comes hard, spilling down Yamcha’s throat. Yamcha works Raditz through his orgasm, swallowing heavily, not stopping until Raditz gasps and pushes his head away. He pulls Yamcha’s hand away from his ass with his tail, shuddering and overstimulated and so fucking satisfied.

Yamcha stands, kissing Raditz sloppily, open-mouthed and full of tongue, the bitter taste of Raditz’s own come filling his mouth. Raditz suddenly feels weak in the knees, and he sags against Yamcha’s body, arms looping around his waist. His tail is still wrapped loosely around Yamcha’s wrist, sliding free when he raises his hand to cup Raditz’s cheek and hitting the floor with an audible thud.

“Don’t know how I’m supposed to fight my stupid brother now.” He huffs, grinning when Yamcha rolls his eyes.

“Way to ruin the mood.” He snorts.

“Oh? I thought you weren’t hard anymore.” Raditz teases, grabbing Yamcha’s ass and squeezing.

“I’m not, because I know he’s still fucking out there and can probably hear us because you Saiyans are fucking freaks of nature.” Yamcha laughs, humming softly when Raditz kisses him again. “You’d better get out there though. I gotta brush my teeth.”

“I love when you smell like me.” Raditz pouts.

“Me too, but if the bastard wants to stay for lunch, I can’t just sit across the table from him with my breath smellin’ like jizz, ya big dork.” Yamcha says, laughing again as he tries to pull away and Raditz chases him.

“Where did you learn that, anyway?” Raditz says, trapping him in his arms again. “The throat thing.”

“I’ve been practicing.” Yamcha says, grinning, leaning away when Raditz moves to kiss him. “Goku’s gonna barge in here again if you don’t hurry up and go fight him.”

“Ugh.” Raditz groans. “I just want to take a nap.”

“I know.” Yamcha chuckles, extricating himself from Raditz’s arms.

Raditz changes into something he can fight in and goes outside, watching Kakarot shadow box for a moment before clearing his throat and crossing the yard to him.

“Oh hey! Ready to fight?” Kakarot says cheerfully, standing up straight.

“Sure.” Raditz huffs, bouncing from foot to foot and shaking out his shoulders. His tail draws up around his waist, cinching tight. “Do not go for my tail. Understand? Clean and fair, and no ki based attacks.”

“Gotcha!” Kakarot crows, dropping into a fighting stance. “Let’s go!” Raditz snorts and does the same.

They watch each other for a moment, waiting to see who’s going to move first. Raditz has no intention of throwing the first punch, and Kakarot seems to realize that. So he darts forward, trying to duck under Raditz’s defense, but Raditz locks down and blocks his punch. He covers his face as Kakarot cuffs him, light strikes meant to test instead of hurt. When he thinks he sees openings, he takes them, and he recovers quickly when he moves in error.

Raditz decides then that he’s seen enough offense out of his little brother, and he opens up, dodging Kakarot’s hits and firing back, quick jabs to get his defenses up. And it is immediately clear that, while Kakarot is talented and fast and devastatingly powerful, he has little in the way of real combat experience. He fights like it’s a game, relying so heavily on his speed and the push-button moves his master had taught him that Raditz has his patterns and tendencies figured out before the fight even gets good. He very obviously has no clue how to minimize his tells, and he broadcasts each strike like he wants Raditz to know he’s about to attack.

And just like that, like flipping a switch, Kakarot can’t land a single hit on Raditz. It doesn’t matter that he’s fast, and it doesn’t matter that he’s strong, because Raditz can see each move before Kakarot makes it, and it’s so easy to read exactly what Kakarot is thinking. His eyes shift to Raditz’s left shoulder, so Raditz dodges right, and Kakarot’s punch misses him by a mile. His eyes shift to Raditz’s right leg, so Raditz shifts left, drawing up and dancing around Kakarot’s sweeping kick.

Raditz toys with him for a while, letting him get a shot in here and there, which he blocks easily instead of dodging. It’s fun at first, but it gets old quick, and Raditz decides that it’s time to put his little brother on the back foot. Kakarot jumps up, spinning and aiming a heel at Raditz’s head, and Raditz catches it easily, fingers digging into his ankle.

“My turn.” He growls, tossing Kakarot aside and rushing him. He’s inside Kakarot’s space before he can even get his arms up, swarming him and pushing him back fast. Raditz lands most of the shots he takes, hitting hard and not holding back, and overwhelming him completely. Kakarot attempts to get away from him, but Raditz is big and deceptively quick, and has a much longer reach than Kakarot accounts for. His hand flashes out, grabbing his shoulder and clamping down like a vice, and then they are grappling, pushing as hard as they can. And while Kakarot is physically so strong, without his ki the fact remains that he is simply smaller and less experienced than his older brother. Raditz drives him backward hard, pushing until Kakarot loses his footing and sits down hard on the ground.

“Damn.” He says, staring up at Raditz with wide eyes. “Your ki isn’t nearly as big as mine, but you’re one hell of a physical fighter.” Raditz snorts and offers a hand, pulling Kakarot up when he accepts it. “Did… did your… did our dad teach you how to fight?”

And Raditz just stares, unsure of what to say.

“Or, you know, our mom or whatever.” Kakarot says softly, looking away. “Sorry.”

“He did.” Raditz says at last, spurred by Kakarot’s crestfallen expression. Kakarot looks up at him again, unabashed curiosity shining in his eyes. “At first anyway. When I was little, before you were born.”

“Wow. Was he a good fighter, too?” Kakarot asks, emboldened. Raditz chuckles.

“He was. He was naturally talented like you, but refined by decades of combat. He was one of the strongest fighters in the Saiyan Army.” He replies, wiping sweat from his forehead. “His name was Bardock. He was a good man.”

“I wish I could have met him.” Kakarot murmurs, then laughs nervously and scratches the back of his head. “Or I wish I could remember him, I guess.”

“Yeah.” Raditz says. “Anyway, if you want to come in for lunch, you’re welcome to. I think Yamcha’s expecting you.” He turns, starting for the door.

“Hey, um… Raditz?” Kakarot says hesitantly. Raditz looks at him over his shoulder, surprised. It’s the first time he’s said Raditz’s name, or at least since he was sent away, and Raditz's heart aches a little at the sound of it. “Would you teach me some of the stuff that our dad taught you?” Raditz stares, astonished, then grins hugely at his little brother.

“Sure, Kaka— Goku. I’d be happy to.”

#Dragon Ball Z #raditz #yamcha #raditz yamcha #radcha #son goku #smut #my writing

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the-lupine-sojourner · 5 years

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Chestnutfest 2k19 Prompt 1: Shared Dream/Gift

So I am trying to challenge myself to do new things this year, and as such when I stumbled upon this Krillan/18 fest, I figured why not?

This fest is all thanks to @chestnutisland and we all owe them a debt of gratitude for organizing an even to appreciate one of my favorite couples in Dragonball.

If y’all want in on the action, Here’s a link to the post with the info!

Anyway,I will try my best to do every prompt! We shall see though lol! Hope y’all like this! I wanted to try a Soulmate AU.

I also briefly use my OC, Sarada, in this story. She is Vegeta’s younger sister and her love interest is Piccolo. :)

Fair warning: no real editing went on after writing and it is past midnight, but I wanted to get this out. Hope this doesn’t suck too bad!

God Bless and Good Day!

~The Lupine Sojourner

Krillan was confused. Once a week, he had his Dream.

It was supposed to be a hint at who his Soulmate was, but it was confusing.

In the dream, he was trembling and facing a drop-dead gorgeous blonde woman in a white shirt and black vest with a pearl necklace, black gloves, and bracelets around her slender yet strong looking wrists. He seemed afraid of her, like she would murder him.

But she, this mystery woman, was apparently his soulmate, right? So why was she his enemy?

But then she came over, smiling, and kissed his cheek. If she was the enemy, why would she kiss him like that?

Maybe she was messing with him, or maybe she realized who he was in that moment.

The only way to find out was to wait.

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Android 18 had almost forgotten the Dream, wondering who the bald man trembling before her was.

She never put stock in the Soul Dreams or whatever they were called. Neither did she think she had a Soulmate since she was...upgraded.

She ignored her dreams, and after a while, she hardly even noticed them.

Then...there he was. Android 17 and her had taken care of his little friends in their quest to find and kill Goku. She almost didn’t recognize him. So what she’d seen him in her dreams occasionally? Meant nothing to her.

The kiss was to unbalance them so the bald guy would be less likely to follow them.

And it seemed to work. As he was unbalanced, trembling where he stood.

So why was her heart beating faster, her cheeks feeling warmer than normal?

And why was she feeling a little tingly?

=#=#=#=#=

Krillan was stunned. Up til now, he had never known who his soulmate was.

Now he knew...and he had no idea what to do.

There was no mistaking it. That tingling feeling that spread from where her lips met his cheek to his whole body sealed his fate; his Soulmate was an Android.

He never would have guessed he’d be paired with Android 18, the being that could (and did in an alternate timeline) kill everyone he knew and cared about, him following suit, apparently.

He didn’t know how to handle this.

So he didn’t bring it up. He just kept going...until he was handed the detonator.

Now, he literally held his soulmate’s life in his hands. He had the power to blow her up.

While it would ensure Cell couldn’t become perfect, it would also mean...he would never have a soulmate.

He tried. He honestly tried to make himself do it.

But he failed. He couldn’t actually hit the button. He smashed the remote beneath his heel.

He’d do what he could to protect her from Cell, little as he was aware that was. He’d try to make sure the fact that the woman Cell was after was his soulmate wouldn’t destroy the world and everything he cared about.

=#=#=#=#=

Android 18 turned to spot the bald man who gave her those weird sensations before standing there. It took only another second to see why.

He held a remote in his hands, and she could only assume what it did. Her heart skipped. She thought he...she didn’t think he’d…

But of course he would. It was between her and the world. What other choice could he have made?

What other choice did she expect him to--wait what?! He--he smashed the remote! Why?!

“You can sneak off to the other side!” He barks. She was too stunned to move. Why did it effect her so much? Why did her heart kick up again, and why did that tingling return?

“Why are you doing this?” She asks. “You could have shut me down, but you didn’t. What are you trying to achieve?” He started, like he hadn’t expected that question.

“We-well, you see...um...we need to talk.” Was all he said, but it struck some chord in her, somewhere very deep. It made her heart beat faster, her cheeks heat up. She almost realized what he was talking about, her body reacting to the impending realization.

Unfortunately, that feeling was suddenly ruined when Trunks noticed what Krillan had done and was doing, grew upset, and drew Cell’s attention to them.

Add to that a powerful flash of light from Cell, and it was a recipe for disaster. As soon as the tail enveloped her, her world went absolutely blank.

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“Destroy it now! It’s still alive!” Those words almost paralyzed Krillan. How could Vegeta be so cruel to someone who needed help?

“No! She’s hurt!” Vegeta’s eyes narrow. “C’mon, she’s not that bad! She just needs some help, that’s all!’ Krillan narrowed his eyes. He wouldn’t let anyone kill Android 18.

Now he just had to tell everyone why he was suddenly so protective of her.

“You’re pathetic!” Vegeta growls. Krillan could live with that. As long as 18 survived. “Go do what you want to.” Vegeta continues resignedly. It as clear he didn’t like what was happening, but Krillan could appreciate Vegeta’s restraint here. He nods.

“Thank you.” He flew all the way to Kami’s lookout with her.

After everything that had happened, it was a small ray of hope that Android 18, his soulmate, was alive. He just had to tell her that they were soulmates and then convince her that it wasn’t the end of the world.

And then he had to tell his friends that he was soulmates with the being that could’ve killed them.

He stayed with her as everyone processed the events they’d witnessed. Krillan himself took a few moments himself to start his own processing.

The might Gohan had displayed, the cowardly tactic Cell resorted to, and the price they all paid for it. It all happened so fast. It wasn’t that long ago that 18 had kissed his cheek, and started this entire thing. And he had then lost and found her again. He didn’t intend to lose her again.

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18 came to all at once, feeling strangely okay. She jack-knifed into a seated position. That bald man was the first thing she saw, and for some reason that calmed her a little.

The next thing she noticed was that she wasn’t on the island she’d been absorbed on. She was laying on some stone floor of a kind of courtyard. She then noticed no visible landmarks around her. In fact, there didn’t seem to be anything around wherever she was.

That erased any comfort the bald man’s presence had brought her as she instantly got to her feet. She hated being somewhere she didn’t know.

Someone was saying something, but she wasn’t paying attention, as she looked around. There was a small Namekian near her, as well as a strange being that was pitch black colored. Nothing made sense. Where was she?

Seeing the bald man smile at her made her feel a tiny bit better, but she was still very overwhelmed. “Hey, we can put the past behind us, can’t we?” He asked. 18 was too focused on her surroundings to answer. “Now that Gohan’s beat Cell,” (at the cost of his best friend) “we can all be friends!” That snapped her out of her paralysis.

“Gohan did?” She replies.

“You bet he did! Gohan’s incredibly strong, so you can forget about punching holes in anyone!” That made no sense, so 18 ignored it.

“You should thank Krillan, 18.” The larger Namekian muses. She just now noticed that he was even there. 18 then looks at the bald man. Krillan, huh? An odd name for an odd man. Speaking of Krillan, his smile grew as the larger Namaekian continues. “He stayed at your side the entire time since Cell spit you out.” Besides the fact that Cell apparently spat her out, 18 was stunned that someone she was prepared to kill, who could have killed her, could care enough about her to stay with her. Krillan blanched, unprepared to reply.

“D-aahh, it was nothing, really. I mean, I enjoyed it- -I mean, I couldn’t leave you there.” The boy, Gohan, seems to reach a revelation.

“I got it!” He proclaims, drawing attention to himself. “Krillan, you’re soulmates with Android 18, aren’t you?!”

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Krillan did not know how to talk to Android 18 at all.

But Gohan took it to a whole new level of unknown territory with that statement. He’d wanted to discuss it slower with Android 18, not just drop the bomb right off the bat.

Instinctively, he punched the kid in irritation. “Thanks, Mr. Smooth!” He growls. He turns to 18. “S-sorry.” He mumbles. Everyone else is stunned.

“What?!” Yamcha exclaims. “How could you?!” Sarada, as usual, was back in the background, close to Piccolo. She steps forward.

“We can’t choose who we’re paired with, idiot.” She explains impatiently. “Good luck, Krillan.” She muses, appearing genuine, then resumes her silence, standing closer to Piccolo, her hand subtly reaching for his.

Krillan laughs in response. Trust Sarada to get things back on track with a good concise declaration.

18, however, looked positively outraged when Krillan looked at her again.

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Upon hearing that she had a soulmate, and one so peculiar, 18 felt betrayed by the universe, like she was being punished with a partner so opposite to her that they’d never work. Her irritation only grew when Krillan began to laugh. Nervous laughter ot not, it sent her over the edge. “Expect me to fall at your feet now?!” She growls. “Big strong man rescues me and turns out to be my soulmate, so I’m his forever, right? Not that easy!” She didn’t want to just marry him and start a life because they were, allegedly, soulmates. She wanted to want a life with him. She wanted to grow a bond with him first.

When did she become such a sap?! She needed to clear her head and process everything she’d learned and been told. “Don’t follow me, Krillan!” She barks, taking off to get some space. Turns out, she was on some floating station or house.

Not that she cared. She needed space and time.

So she flew and flew, not knowing where she was and not caring.

She ended up on some beach on an island. Nice and remote. She didn’t notice the head of Saiyan black hair behind a boulder, 18’s thoughts too distracting.

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Sarada knew how complicated it made things when she first found out Piccolo, a person Vegeta viewed as an enemy, was her soulmate. So she knew a bit about what was going through Android 18’s head, but she also knew to give the poor woman space and time to figure out what to do and where to go. So she sat behind a boulder, peeking out occasionally to check 18’s progress.

After about an hour, Sarada deemed 18 ready for someone to help her.

She simply walked over and sat down. 18 started, standing. Sarada remained seated. “I see a bit of myself in you, you know.” She muses. 18 blinks.

“What?” She asks.

“You’re thrust into a very strange place and an even stranger situation. I know a bit of what that’s like.” 18, after a few minutes of silence, slowly sits back down.

“This is happening too fast.” She murmurs. “How was I expected to react?”

“About the way you did. I took it out on Vegeta in sparring. He thought I was just finally applying myself since I hadn’t told him who my soulmate was. It was hard, but I worked up the courage to talk to him.”

“Why would you need to work up courage to talk to your brother?”

“He’s...intense and deadset in his worldview. Strength is the key to everything in his mind, and Saiyans are the best there are. No question. Weakness was exterminated. I was scared he’d take my soulmate situation as weakness.” Sarada explains. 18 nods.

“I see.”

The two women eventually agreed to make their way back to the Lookout where Sarada had asked Krillan to stay. Piccolo had returned to their house where he waited for his wife.

Krillan slowly approached, hands up. “Honest, I was going to get to know you first before we brought up the soulmate thing.” He murmurs, chuckling nervously. 18 finds it sweet that he was taking initiative and apologizing.

“I was overwhelmed by everything, but I still stand by what I said. I’m not going to marry you right away cus we’re soulmates.”

“You think I am?” Krillan asks timidly, scratching the back of his head. “No way! I wanna get to know you before anything else.” Android 18 found she was beginning to like him.

Maybe this soulmate thing wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

#chestnutfest #chestnutfest 2k19 #Fanfiction #Dragonball Z #dbz #Krillan #Android 18 #KrillanXAndroid 18 #Brief mention of Piccolo/OC #Brief mention of my OC #Soulmate AU #A very bad soulmate Au #Hope you all like it! ^.^'#Might go back and proofread tomorrow lol

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OMG all those prompts scream Marten (and Trunks xD) to me!! Wouldn't you like to try to use them all in the same story? No? :P If not, “Hold my hand before I stab you with it." please? xD This is how prompts work right? I'm lost...

Title: “Regaining My Wings”

Words: 2410

Pairing: Marten (Goten x Marron)

A/N: Here is my submission for Marron Day for @dbnextgenweek !! I’m so sorry it’s so late! I was rusty from not writing in so long. I had to rewrite this like four times until I had something I actually liked lol.

This just a super fluffy self indulgent oneshot like all the rest, but please enjoy! I may post on AO3 later

Flight, also known as the ‘bukujutsu’ technique. Many years ago,it was an extremely advanced martial arts technique that only a select few ofmartial arts masters knew.

Those days however were long gone. Even Son Goku’s owngranddaughter, Pan, learned to fly when she was just a little baby.

Flying had become just as easy as walking for the Z Fighters.

Except if you were like Marron and afraid of anything to do withheights, including flying.

Marron never used to be afraid. Not even the slightest. When Marron was achild, she’d be the first one to want to go higher and higher when she wouldride on the Flying Nimbus when on adventures with her two best friends, Gotenand Trunks.

However, one incident when she was about nine years old changedthat.

Marron was happily sitting on the Nimbus with Goten in front ofher, peering over and looking at the amazing sights. The rolling mountains werebeautiful that high up. Oceans seemed never ending. It was simply breathtakingfor an adventurous child.

But then, when she leaned further down to get a better look at apretty bird flying by, Marron accidentally slipped off the fluffy yellow cloudand plummeted towards the Earth.

Marron screamed and covered her face with her hands,sobbing, until she suddenly stopped. After realizing what had happened, shewiped her eyes and opened them to see Goten smiling down at her. He had jumpedoff of Nimbus and caught her. She was shaking and really freaked out, butotherwise was fine.

But since that day Marron off heights (and ever learning how tofly) for good.

Krillin and 18 tried to help her get over her fear a dozen times,but being as stubborn as she was, Marron wouldn’t even consider it for years.Every time she even looked over from somewhere high up, her legs would turn tojelly and her heart would jump into her throat like the time she actually didfall.

The only time she slightly budged was after she and Goten starteddating. Marron would only go on Nimbus if she could sit on his lap and cling tohim for dear life while keeping her eyes shut, not opening them until theylanded. Of course, she still didn’t know how to fly and had no plans to learneither. But it made her so happy.

Goten was always so supportive with her. He never once held itagainst her for being scared and always comforted her. No matter what, Marronfelt the safest flying with him. Besides that stupid adorable smile of his thatalways made her heart do flips, that’s what she loved most about him.

One time however, he (and Marron) were close to falling straightthrough the Nimbus because he almost got a bit too comfy withMarron sitting on his lap. It wasn’t his fault though! What else could he thinkabout when she always looked so pretty and smelled so nice? At least that’swhat he told himself.

That was almost five months ago.

It was another beautiful spring day; perfect for being outside. Marronand Goten were having a picnic date on the grass near the Son family home. Theyweren’t able to see each all week due to Marron’s cheerleading and Goten’sskipping class to train, so a weekend date was just what they both needed.

Marron wore a frilly, light-blue colored sundress and a straw sunhat. She looked absolutely gorgeous. Goten had on his signature ‘Son’ t shirtand jeans. He wanted to dress more formally but Marron insisted he was perfectjust the way he was.

The young couple had just finished eating, and were laying back onthe picnic blanket, snuggled together as they watched the clouds.

Marron pointed out different shapes. Some were little animals, andone even looked like Piccolo. The others however, were just not at all what shewas saying.

“What do mean a bear in a top hat? That’s clearly a monkey at a buffet!”

Marron sat up and stared at him. Of course that dork would seefood. “You know you’re wrong, right?”

“If by wrong, you mean right, then yes!” Goten fired back, hislips curling into his signature wide grin. “That’s clearly a monkey. See? He’sgot a tail. I’ll give you the top hat though.”

Marron giggled and playfully punched his arm before lying backdown besides him.

These peaceful days really were great. They hoped it would neverend.

Just then, Goku appeared using Instant Transmission with littlePan on his shoulders. They had just returned from the grocery store. Goten and Marron both shot up.

“Oh, hey Goten! Hi Marron! Am I interrupting?”

Marron shook her head and bowed her head. “Of course not! T-Thankyou for having me!”

“Ahh it’s nothin’! You’re like family to us.”

At the sight of her uncle, the toddler practically lunged off ofGoku’s shoulders towards Goten, tackling him into a hug.

Goten laughed and caught Pan. “Hey squirt!” He grinnedand ruffled Pan’s hair making the girl giggle.

“Me and Grandpa are gonna go flyin’ later! Do you wants tocome?” Aunt Marron, you can come too!“ Pan chirped. Ever since she learnedto fly, she would always go out for 'flying adwentures’ as she would say.

Marron frowned. She didn’t want to hold him back just because shecouldn’t fly… "Goten, it’s okay, go ahead.”

Goten only turned back to her and winked. “Panny, I’d love tobut Mare and I have plans.”

Pan just stared up at him with wide-eyed curiosity. “You meanlike kissy-kissy?” She said and then erupted into giggles and ran to Gokuwho had a teasing grin as wide as hers.

“Did you tell her to say that?!”

Goku only grinned. “Well, is she right?”

No that’s… that’s not it at all!” Goten replied back.Was he seriously arguing with a three year old?

“Then why are you blushing?” Goku said, grinning.

Traitor! His father was normally on his side!

“Sheesh! It’s been a year you guys, when are you gonna stopteasing me?”

“The wedding~” Chi-Chi’s voice came from the upperbalcony. She was taking dried clothes off the hanger to be put away. She giggledat her son’s flustered reaction. Honestly, she loved teasing her three boys. Goten got even more easily emabarrassed than Gohan did at his age.

“Very funny.” He replied back and turned back to Marron,who was hiding her cute face from embarrassment. Her blush went from ear toear. Although it was embarrassing, she loved it. Marron gushed at the thoughtof getting married. She recalled the days when they would play house back inthe old days. Goten really had no clue, but just played along.

Goku then jumped two stories onto their upper deck, startling hiswife a bit. Goku winked at her and started helping her put away the laundrywhile Panny chased a butterfly on the grass below.

“Now’s our chance.” Goten flipped onto his feet and pulledMarron up by the hand.

She couldn’t help but blush. What was he doing so suddenly?!“G-Goten, h-hold on a second! W-Where are we going?!”

“Nowhere far! C'mon!” Goten (quite literally) swept hisgirlfriend off of her feet and into his arms and ran down the road. Marron’s hat blew off her head and fell onto the blanket as Pan trotted over to it.

Chi-Chi and Goku exchanged similar grins with each other as theirson fled and Pan giggled from below, now wearing the hat.

Goten and Marron came to a nearby clearing with a huge lake. Hegently put Marron down, and she adjusted her dress.

“What’s the big idea?”

Marron was blushing fromthe close contact but shook it off and gazed out onto the lake. It really was beautiful. She held her hands behind her back and stared over the lake. The crystal-clear water glistened in the sunlight. Her long silky blonde hair blew in the slight breeze, tickling Goten’s nose.

“Dad used to take me here to go fishing all the time when Iwas little. Now we all go with Panny.” She heard him say. Goten inhaledand took a deep breath. “I’m feeling up for a swim! You in?”

Just then he felt a tug on the back of his shirt. ”…Hey,Goten…“

"What’s wrong?”

Marron looked away from him slightly, her ears burning. This wasit. She’d have to get over her fear sooner or later, and this would be theperfect time! “…I want to learn…” It came out as a tiny whisper,but she said it. And it felt good.

“Huh?”

“I want to learn. Teach me how to fly! I’m… I’m sick ofbeing scared! I want to go flying with you! And go out on Nimbus with you andactually have my eyes open for once! I promise I won’t hold you back anymore!”She said, fighting tears at that last part.

Goten took a step closer and brought his girlfriend into a hug,smiling warmly down at her. "Mare, it’s okay.” He gently pushed astrand of hair away from her face. “You’ve never held me back and younever will. Nothing will change that. I’ll gladly teach you. I’m honored thatyou asked me.”

"I love you, you big dork…” Marron replied, restingher head against his chest.

“I love you too.” Goten grinned and held her closer.

Marron looked down at her feet and then back up at him.“…But what if… what if I fall?” He could just hear it in hervoice. She was petrified of falling again.

“You won’t fall. I’ll be right here. You have the skill,Mare. It’s there, I know it is. You just have to stop doubting yourself. Youcan do this.”

Marron’s heart fluttered. Just like always, he knew just what tosay. She leaned up onto her tip-toes and softly kissed his lips. “You’reso sweet…”

She knew the basics of Ki and how to fight, just didn’t care forfighting. It was boring to her. She always preferred watching fights,especially from the World Tournament. The adrenaline she got from watchingfights far exceeded what she would get from something like sparring. And plus,she loved supporting her Goten in his fights.

“How did you do it so quickly? You were so young!”

Goten shrugged. “It just came easy to me, I guess. I alreadyknew all about ki, plus being half Saiyan really helps.”

Gohan had taught Goten when he was just seven years old. Beingcalled a 'super pedestrian’, whatever the heck that was, was the last straw!

After he learned that hopping and flying were in fact different,it came easy to him and soon enough…

“Birdy, a birdy, Goten is a birdy!” Little Goten sang tohimself as he flew around in figure-eight patterns high in the sky.

Goten grinned and put his hands behind his head. “Yup. Thosewere the days!”

“Personally, I think you were much cuter back then.”Marron winked at him while saying that.

“Hey! I’ll have you know I’m still very handsome!” Gotenwhined, cracking a grin.

Marron rolled her eyes with a smile and stepped away. After a moment, Marron took a deep breath andfaced him again.

“Ok. I’m ready.” Marron said. “But only on onecondition.”

“What’s that?”

“…Hold my hand.”

Goten smiled. “Is that all?

“Yes! I’m scared! So you…y-you’d better hold my handbefore… I- I stab you with it…!” Marron said, pouting up at him. Itwas obvious she just made up the first thing that came to her mind. “Orelse…”

Or else? Goten chuckled at that. He couldn’t help it when she gotall pouty and blushy like that. Especially when she’d 'threaten’ him. Usuallywith no more kisses, but he knew she’d break before he did. She always lookedso cute when she got like that.

“Of course, Here.” He held both hands out for her, notbeing able to help laughing a bit.

“…I’m serious, Goten! Don’t you dare laugh at me! Y-You’dbetter not let go either! Or… or I’ll never forgive you!” Marron said,her voice almost a squeak. She looked like she was about to cry, but it was stillso cute.

Goten leaned down and kissed Marron on the forehead, his fingersstill gently entwined with hers. “You’re too cute.”

Marron’s face turned an even brighter red. She looked like atomato. “You dummy, be serious…”

“I promise. You’re safe with me.”

“I… I don’t know if I cando it…“

"You can do it. Just look at me, okay? Focus on me. Remember,just relax. Feel your energy from within and slowly bring it out beneath you.You can do this. I’m right here.”

Marron heart fluttered at his words. They were soothing. Shetightly shut her eyes and focused. After a moment she could feel her feet liftoff the ground and she grips his hands tighter. Goten floated up with her. Itwas relaxing, freeing almost. She felt weightless as if gravity no longer hadan effect on her.

“You’re doing it, Mare! You’re flying!” Marron openedher eyes to see that she and Goten were floating about ten feet in the air. Sheyelped and buried her face into his chest, her eyes tightly shut again.“It’s too high, …I-I can’t…”

“But you already are. All by yourself. There’s nothing to beafraid of.” She heard him tenderly say. “You’re doing it!” Gotengently said. “Want to try moving now?”

Marron slowly nodded. She repositioned herself horizontally andslowly moved around. It appeared as if she was swimming through the air as shelightly kicked her feet. Goten guided her.

She started out pretty wobbly, and didn’t keep her eyes off Goten,but she was flying all by herself. Actually flying! And not falling! “I’m doingit!” She cried happily. When she was up there with him, her fears were allgone.

“See? Now you’re a little birdy too.” He grinned as warmas the sun gleaming behind him. She’d be a natural in no time. He was so proudof her.

Marron was almost brought to tears. Her beautiful blue eyes turnedglossy as he just grinned. She sniffled and wiped her eyes with her free handand flew at him into a deep kiss. They stayed up there for what felt like aneternity, both not wanting to move.

Marron couldn’t be happier.

Now if only she could figure out how to get down…

#goten #marron #marten #goten x marron #dbnextgenweek2019 #my ship #hope you like it

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Life With You: X

Part Ten:

The Announcement

“Faster! Your strikes are good but you gotta move faster. Left! Right! Left! Right!” Goku dodged each punch and kick from ChiChi. She was fast but not as swift as stronger opponents like Tien and Piccolo. It was a good warmup for him, but it was a good workout for ChiChi. ChiChi wanted to get stronger and faster. So, Goku suggest she wear weights. ChiChi didn’t wear a heavy shirt like him but she did wear heavy boots weighing ten pounds each. It was a good starting point before she achieve the goal of wearing fifty pound boots like Goku.

It was funny. When Mr. Popo gave him the weighted shirt and boots to wear, he complained. He thought he had enough of that training under Master Roshi and his turtle shell. ChiChi accepted it without question.

ChiChi broke in the boots a week before they started this journey of retracing Grandpa’s map. The first few days were difficult for ChiChi to walk, but seeing how smoothly ChiChi move during her sparring sessions with Goku, it was clear she was getting the hang of it and it made Goku proud. Working out with ChiChi this morning reminded Goku of himself when he fought Grandpa Gohan in this area many years ago. Then he was the student and Gohan was the teacher. Now the roles were reversed and Goku couldn’t be prouder of his student.

ChiChi was up for every lesson. She didn’t quit or complain, and as a result, her speed and strength gradually increased. Oh, she got frustrated when she felt Goku was being too soft on her but Goku couldn’t help himself. He cared for ChiChi and didn’t want to hurt her.

Goku could see ChiChi’s improvement and her improvising as they sparred this morning. Instead of throwing another punch, ChiChi flipped and landed behind Goku, who barely got his leg up in time to block her strike. It was a good attack except when she landed. “Go back and do that again,” Goku instructed. “You wobbled when you landed. It cost you a couple seconds when you threw your punch at me. If you landed correctly, you would’ve gotten me.”

ChiChi lowered her stance. A smile rose on her pretty face. “Really? I almost hit you?”

“Yeah,” Goku grinned. “You got me by surprise.”

ChiChi’s smile fell. “But if I do it again, it won’t be a surprise. You’ll be expecting me.”

Goku placed his hand on her shoulders. “It’s only practice, ChiChi. Right now, we’re focusing on your speed. Once you get that up, you’ll be landing blows on me in no time.”

A half smile returned. “You’re just saying that.” She kissed him. “But I appreciate that.” She stepped back, getting into position. “Okay. So I wobbled when I landed?”

“Yeah.” He pointed. “Your left leg. You can’t leave yourself open for any attack.”

“Gotcha.” ChiChi exhaled, taking in Goku’s advice. She was ready to try this again.

“If you come down like that again,” he gently warned. “I’ll show you what an opponent will do.”

ChiChi nodded. “All right. Ready?”

“Go!”

ChiChi charged again, throwing kicks and punches where Goku easily blocked or dodged. This is how their sparring matches always went with ChiChi on the attack and Goku defending himself. With her obvious improvement, Goku decided to mix things up by throwing a punch. It wasn’t strong enough to hurt her but since he never did it before, Goku wanted to see how ChiChi responded. He expected ChiChi to dodge but she grabbed his arm and tossed him. Goku landed on his back and he only had a second to roll out of the way before ChiChi’s booted foot came down on what would’ve been his chest.

Goku hopped back on his feet impressed with ChiChi. “No wobble.”

“You’re a good teacher,” she winked before running to him to strike again.

Goku put his hand up, signaling ChiChi to stop. “One more lesson and we break for breakfast.” He gestured to the cooking fish near their campsite. “Breakfast is almost ready.”

“All right,” ChiChi gave in with a chuckle. “I can never win against your stomach.”

“I want you to jump in the air and hit me with a Kamehameha Wave.” He saw apprehension on ChiChi’s face. “We practiced this, ChiChi. You can do it. Hit me with everything you got.”

ChiChi knew she could do it but it worried her what Goku wanted her to do. “What if I hurt you?”

Goku refrained from laughing in her face. That would set her off. “I’ll be fine. This is good training for you and me. This tests how much stronger you’ve gotten and if I’ve slacked off a bit. I have to be on top of my game with Piccolo still out there.”

What he said made sense. She knew she wouldn’t hurt him. She saw how little affect her wave had on him at the tournament. Still, it was a powerful weapon and she didn’t want to strike her husband with it but she’ll do it because she trusted him and his skills as a martial artist.

When ChiChi jumped in the sky, Goku made an interesting observation. ChiChi’s jump was higher than the last time she did this. How did her jump improve that much in a week? As the Kamehameha Wave formed in ChiChi’s hands, Goku noticed the rise of Ki. Ki always rose when creating the wave but ChiChi’s Ki was really high! The wave was bigger, too. How did ChiChi improve so much in so little time?

When ChiChi fired her wave on him, Goku held his hands up, ready to catch it. It was his plan to catch and squeeze the power out of the wave like a deflating balloon. When it struck him, Goku was actually forced back. His feet sunk a foot into the ground before he got a good hold of the wave. Once he got a steady grip, Goku realized squeezing it was out of the question. Instead, Goku pushed the wave back, hurdling it in the air.

ChiChi saw his miscalculation once she landed. “Goku!”

Goku saw it as well. “Damn!” He launched himself in the air to reach the wave before it hit a family of pterodactyls. Goku intercepted in time and took a direct hit on his back. The wave wouldn’t kill him but it was gonna hurt. He felt himself plummeting. His ears were ringing and his body was slow to react.

It was faint but he heard his name being called and his body suddenly wrapped in someone’s arms. He opened his eyes to find ChiChi holding him, easing their descent as she gently landed.

“Goku, are you all right?” her worried voice was frantic as she touched his body to check for any open wounds.

His body ached but the ringing in his ears slowly cleared. He felt ChiChi lifting up his shirts to check his back. “I’m fine,” he assured her. “When I jumped in front of the wave, I didn’t protect myself.” ChiChi wasn’t listening as she checked his back for wounds. “Don’t worry, ChiChi.”

“I’m your wife. I’ll always worry about you.” She pulled his shirts back down. “No wounds. So, I guess you’re all right.”

“Told you.” He pulled himself to his feet, albeit a little more slowly. He was still sore but it’ll go away in a couple hours. There was something more important to talk about. “How did you do that, ChiChi?” At her blank stare, he explained, “How did you make your Kamehameha Wave so strong?”

How? The answer was easy. “My two great teachers. My father and my husband.”

Goku rubbed the back of his head. Maybe but his teaching wouldn’t have ChiChi improve that much so quickly. She was grinning now. She will gloat over this for sure. Feeling playful, he swept her legs tripping her. ChiChi fell back but Goku was fast enough to catch her before her back hit the grass. His arm on her back, he gently laid her on the grass with his body covering hers.

ChiChi, to his relief, didn’t get angry. She looked at him wryly. “I expect my opponent to knock me down if I leave myself open but I doubt he will be on me like this.”

Goku winked at her. “Good thing I’m always your opponent.”

ChiChi pushed her hips up to signal Goku off. He pressed down instead. Judging from his grin, she knew what Goku wanted to do. “Sometimes I think I should spar alone.”

“Why?”

“Whenever we spar, we always end up like this.” Her breath hitched feeling Goku nibble her neck. “You always want to fool around after my lesson.”

As she said this, his hand reached the button of her shorts. As soon as the button became loose, a growl erupted between them. Goku released ChiChi and jumped back as if she was on fire. “What was that?”

ChiChi sat up equally confused. “I think that was my stomach.”

Goku stared at ChiChi’s stomach. It was always his stomach that roars when it’s hungry. Never ChiChi’s. “Wow. You really are hungry.” He grabbed her hand and pulled ChiChi to her feet. Loving never came before food.

ChiChi leaned on him as they walked back to the campsite. “I think it was the wave that took my energy.” Her mouth watered as she stared at the cooked fish. She hoped Goku felt like catching another fish because she was so hungry she could eat the entire thing by herself.

ChiChi must’ve been really hungry Goku thought later that afternoon. She ate half the fish. Normally, ChiChi would eat a small piece of fish and leave the rest to him. ChiChi was embarrassed she ate so much but Goku found it amusing. It reminded him of his childhood where Grandpa Gohan caught a big fish for them and Goku ended up eating almost the whole fish. ‘How does a small body have a big stomach?’ Grandpa Gohan would tell him. Now, Goku thought that with ChiChi.

Following Gohan’s map with ChiChi had Goku feeling waves of nostalgia and longing for his grandpa. Each landmark they crossed brought back a fond memory. Goku running out of a cave of angry bears and receiving a whap on his fanny for disturbing the bears while they mated. Goku swinging from a tree with his tail with a family of monkeys while Gohan looked on amused. Goku and Gohan testing their balance as they cross an extend power pole over a waterfall. Goku laying against Gohan around a campfire, talking until he fell asleep. At night, when he was alone with his thoughts, the memories were heavy on his heart. There were times he actually thought about turning around and going home because the memories were too much but then he would look at ChiChi, see her smile, hear her laugh, her scream or feel her body pressed against his as she slept. Somehow, her presence eased the ache in his heart and her desire to see everything, drove him to continue.

Now, as they were reaching the last marking on the map: the area where Grandpa Gohan found him, Goku felt sadness. It wasn’t the memory of knowing Grandpa Gohan died a few days after this trip. No. He was sad his trip with ChiChi was ending. They grew closer over these two weeks. It was such a role reversal, too. Since the start of their marriage, Goku followed ChiChi’s lead. She knew what they needed in a house, how to bring income into the household, how to be intimate with each other. On this trip, ChiChi followed his lead. He taught her how to catch a fish without fishing poles, how to deal with wild animals that crossed their paths and how to avoid them, which plants were safe to eat and which ones were poisonous. A few nights they sat around the campfire and talked. He would ask random questions and she would answer. She would tell stories of her and her father or he would share some of his adventures. One evening, they spent the entire night talking. Goku couldn’t recall doing that with anyone. Not even his grandpa.

He wanted it to continue a little longer but knew they had to return home. He had to bring income in with the fish and lumber again but he also wanted to resume his intense training. Perhaps, after being home another week or two, they could do this again. Not travel Mount Paozu but go somewhere else on Nimbus and explore. The world was a big place and he wouldn’t mind exploring it with ChiChi.

While Goku was lost in his thoughts, ChiChi was focused on her footsteps. They were walking down a long winding path towards a valley between the mountains. Due to natural erosion, part of the path was treacherous. They had to jump a few crevices, use the power pole like a pole vault and escape a few mountain lions but it was worth it when they reached the valley where Goku was found.

“That’s the spot.” Goku pointed. “Grandpa found me right there.” Right there was a crater between the bases of two mountains. ChiChi jumped down and walked around the area. Looking around, she guessed it was over twenty feet wide and ten feet deep. Why would someone leave a baby here? It didn’t make any sense to ChiChi. As ChiChi surveyed the spot, Goku rubbed the back of his neck puzzled. “It’s greener than the last time I was here. There was some grass but not as much as this.” The entire crater was covered with lush green grass and flowers.

“Probably grew a lot of vegetation over the years. Let me see the map.” Goku jumped down landing behind her. He handed ChiChi the map. ChiChi opened it and read over the map. She handed it back to Goku and looked around confused. “I don’t get it.”

“Get what?”

“Your grandpa drew a baseball marking this area. There’s nothing around here that looks like a baseball.”

“Oh.” Goku read the map again. He looked at the area not seeing any baseballs either. “Maybe he means the crater is the baseball.”

ChiChi thought about that for a moment. “I guess.” To think, she thought there was something mysterious behind the baseball drawing. Gohan probably was just drawing the crater and she interpreted it as a baseball. She inhaled, taking in the fresh air, the peaceful scenery, the flock of birds flying overheard. “It’s very pretty out here.” ChiChi removed her backpack. “I gotta get a picture.”

As she bent over her backpack to retrieve her camera, Goku noticed ChiChi. On this camping trip, ChiChi brought six outfits. She’d wear the same outfit two days in a row before cleaning it in a lake or river and letting it air dry at their camping site for the night. The outfit she wore now was very distracting. She wore a plaid shirt tuck in shorts. The shorts were something similar to what Bulma wore. He never paid attention to Bulma but with ChiChi he had a hard time keeping his eyes off her legs. It wasn’t just the shorts he found distracting. It was ChiChi herself. Her scent was off. ChiChi didn’t smell like her normal scent or her intimate scent. He couldn’t put his finger on what the scent was. It was pleasant, sweeter than her normal scent and when she inadvertently release that scent, it left his mouth watering and fighting off the urge to be intimate with her.

The rumbling of thunder alerted Goku to the skies. He removed his backpack. It was gonna rain this evening. Last time it rained, Goku and ChiChi didn’t get their gear out in time. It was a nasty storm that forced them to camp in a damp cave for the night. ChiChi was not happy. ChiChi’s scent was very strong that night, too, and though he wanted ChiChi, she wasn’t interested. Goku didn’t want another night like that again.

After taking a few pictures, ChiChi assisted Goku. He carried their tent in his backpack. ChiChi pulled out the tarp and laid it in the grass. “How soon will it be before the storm reach us?”

Goku pulled out the tent. ChiChi grabbed an end of the tent and help Goku lay the tent on the tarp. “Still far off. Probably this evening.”

Goku grabbed the tent poles while ChiChi pulled out the extra rain guard for the tent. “That’s a shame. I was hoping we’d camp out under the stars tonight instead of inside the tent.”

As ChiChi walked past Goku, her new scent hit him full force. Inside the tent or under the stars, Goku vowed they will be intimate tonight.

Lightening grew fainter as the night wore on. Thunder now tempered to a weak roar and light rain poured down the valley. In a tent, two occupants were unaware of the weakening storm as they were lost in themselves. A portable lantern shined brightly from the tent’s ceiling. It was initially used to provide light as the occupants played a friendly card game while the storm passed but locked in an enclosed tent, surrounded by his wife’s mysterious scent was too much for Goku to resist anymore.

Goku and ChiChi lied on their large sleeping bag. Their naked legs intertwined each other, their bodies still glistened with sweat and a few playing cards. ChiChi lied on her back gazing at the ceiling with Goku on his side gazing at her. “I think we committed a sin.”

“A sin?” Goku caressed ChiChi’s stomach. His fingers touched the muscles on her stomach. That was odd. ChiChi’s abs had a tight six pack. Now two of her ab muscles had disappeared. Where did they go? He wondered if it had something to do with ChiChi eating so much fish for breakfast and dinner.

ChiChi wasn’t aware of Goku’s observation. She was lost in her own thoughts. ChiChi thought they would pass the time playing cards but Goku had other ideas. He couldn’t wait for her to put them away when he made his intentions known. She flick a card that clung to her mid-thigh. She grimaced knowing some were sticking to her back. Goku had a couple of cards sticking to his chest and legs. Making love over playing cards was funny but not what she thought as sinful. “Goku, we just made love over the area where Gohan found you.”

“Why is it a bad thing?” His fingers continued to circle her stomach. Feeling something, his fingers traveled south following a strange Ki. Why would….

ChiChi grabbed his hand and placed it back over her stomach. “How often did Gohan bring you here?”

Goku shrugged as he thought over the question. “I only remember two times.”

Two times. ChiChi thought over the answer. It was probably more but Goku was probably too young to remember the other times. She felt Goku’s hand traveling past her stomach again. ChiChi took his hand and put it on her left breast. Let Goku play with that she reasoned. “Goku, I never asked but did you and Gohan ever celebrate your birthday?”

Goku noticed ChiChi kept her hand over his massaging a breast. This was nice but Goku really wanted to investigate the strange Ki at the apex of ChiChi’s legs. “Is that like cakes, balloons and presents?”

“Yes.”

A card fell from his chest and landed on ChiChi. Goku flicked it away. “No.”

“So Gohan never did anything for you for your birthday?”

Goku laid his head on her breasts. His hand moved south again, but ChiChi smacked it away. Giving up, Goku decided he will go to sleep. The mysterious Ki between ChiChi’s legs would have to wait. “I didn’t know birthdays were a big deal until I lived with Master Roshi. Launch wanted to have one for me but since I never knew my birthday, I never had one.”

ChiChi pondered that. Since he found Goku out here, it’s understandable Gohan wouldn’t know Goku’s exact birthdate. “Did Gohan ever say when he found you? What season it was?” Another no from Goku. “We should pick a date on the calendar and celebrate it as your birthday. Do you have a favorite month?”

“They’re all the same to me,” Goku murmured.

“How about May?” ChiChi suggested. “The World Martials Arts Tournament was in May. We got married in May. It’ll be a fun month to celebrate. The weather is perfect, too. Not too hot or too cold.” ChiChi waited for a response but nothing came. Looking down, she saw Goku had fallen asleep. She caressed his hair, smiling, “Typical Goku.”

It was a fun trip. Goku and ChiChi learned a lot about each other, created wonderful memories and grew closer but ChiChi would be lying to herself if she didn’t admit a sense of happiness and relief being home.

“I love this trip, Goku, but I’m glad we’re home.” She smiled, feeling Goku remove her heavy backpack. “Thank you.” ChiChi slipped off her heavy boots and in turn removed Goku’s heavy boots from his feet before he took off his backpack.

Goku collapsed on the sofa. He enjoyed himself, too, but it was so nice to be home. Living with Kami for three years and now ChiChi a little over five months, he was getting spoiled with luxuries like lights, a hot bath and hot, delicious meals cooked from a stove and not a fire.

“Sleeping with you under the stars is nice but I miss our bed.” ChiChi pulled the heavy backpack to the sofa and drop beside her husband. She unzipped a small pocket from the side of the bag and pulled out her camera. “I can’t wait to look at all the pictures we took.”

“I miss a hot bath,” Goku confessed with his face in a pillow.

ChiChi giggled as she pulled her clothes out of the backpack. “You?”

“It’s your fault,” he teased. “I didn’t take regular baths until I married you. Now I like ‘em.” He tugged her arm. “Come on. Let’s take a bath. Unpack later.”

ChiChi shook her head as she removed the pans she brought. “I won’t want to do it later. Bring me your bag so I can get your clothes out. I want to wash everything now.” As soon as Goku got off the sofa, she remembered, “I didn’t check the mailbox before we came in. Could you?”

“We never get any mail.”

“We were gone for almost three weeks. There might be something.”

Goku pulled his backpack next to ChiChi’s before going outside again. He came back a minute later with a handful of mail. “Hey, ChiChi! We got mail!”

ChiChi had her hands full removing Goku’s clothes from his backpack. “What did we get?”

Goku sat beside ChiChi, reading the magazine in his hand. “‘Betty Crocker Monthly.’ Who is Betty Crocker?”

“Famous chef. Has a TV show and a monthly magazine with lots of recipes.”

In other words, ChiChi’s mail. Goku opened a brown package. Inside was a book. “The Turtle Hermit Way.” On the cover of the book was a picture of Master Roshi. Goku read the author of the book. “Master Roshi wrote a book?”

ChiChi nodded. “I guess you never wondered how he’s been able to finance himself all these years. He gets royalty checks every month from that book. I thought you might like it. It’s a semi biography of Master Roshi’s life and his teachings. Dad read this book as a kid and it inspired him to find Master Roshi and beg him to take my Dad on as his student.”

Goku thumbed through the pages and pictures. He didn’t care too much about reading but he will read this book.

“What’s that?” ChiChi asked of the letter on top of the cooking magazine.

Goku put his book down. “Oh. Something from King Castle. It’s written to me.”

“King Castle?” ChiChi put aside Goku’s backpack. “What does it say?”

Goku opened the envelope and pulled out a letter. “Well, it says King Furry knows I killed King Piccolo and defeated his son at the tournament. He wants us to come to dinner so he can thank me and give me a medal.” He read some more. “There’s a number we should call to accept his invitation.”

ChiChi gasped. “An invitation from King Furry?”

Goku shrugged lost. “What, is that a good thing?”

“Goku, King Furry is the elected King of Earth.” That meant nothing to Goku. “He’s a very important person. The world politically has been at peace for over twenty years because of him.” Still nothing. “Goku, you fought King Piccolo near his castle.”

That triggered a memory. He vaguely remembered shaking the anthropomorphic dog’s hand after his fight with King Piccolo. “Ohhh.” Goku rubbed the back of his head. He didn’t get it but it sounded like a good thing. “So, do you think the food will be good?”

“It’ll be wonderful.” ChiChi took the letter. “I should call them right now. We’re gonna meet King Furry!” she screamed. “I’ll have to buy a new dress. You should get a suit, too, Goku.”

“Aww, ChiChi,” Goku whined. “Do I have to wear a suit?”

Due to King Furry’s previous engagements, Goku and ChiChi wouldn’t meet with King Furry until a week after she called King Castle. It will be an overnight trip since they didn’t live near Central City and King Furry invited them to stay. They flew on Nimbus since it was faster than their truck. When they arrived at King Castle, they were met with King Castle’s Chief of Staff, Mr. Evans, who gave them a tour of the castle before taking them to their room.

ChiChi took a quick shower in preparation for dinner. She stepped out dressed in a powder blue Cheongsam dress. She kept her hair down tonight, preferring it fall loosely and not pinned back in a band or up in a bun.

Goku stood on the balcony looking out at Central City. He wore black dress pants, a white dress suit and loose tie. His dinner jacket hung on the back of a chair. As he stared at the city, memories of his fight with King Piccolo washed over him.

“I remember fighting King Piccolo here.” He noticed some of the newly constructed buildings. “They really built up the place.” He felt ChiChi approaching. He pointed to where he and King Piccolo had their final stand. “After my fight, there was nothing but dirt there. Everything was destroyed.”

ChiChi held his dinner jacket over an arm. She stood by him looking at what was rebuilt over the battlefield. She felt a strong sense of pride for her husband. There were so many people alive because of him. “So many people live and will go on to create families because of you. You don’t know how amazing you are, do you, Goku?”

“Huh?” Goku turned to her. “How will I create families with them, ChiChi? You’re the only one I’m having sex with.”

ChiChi chuckled as she helped Goku into his jacket. His innocence was adorable. “I mean because you saved so many people, they will go on to live. They will have children because they didn’t die when King Piccolo tried to take over.”

“Oh,” he slowly understood. “I guess.” He stood still as ChiChi fixed his tie. “I never thought of it like that.”

“You never do. Now,” her attitude changed from loving wife to stern teacher. “Remember your manners, Goku. We are meeting King Furry. Don’t forget to bow when we meet him, and when we eat, don’t eat sloppily or too fast. There will be plenty of food and plenty of time to eat it.”

“What about you?”

“Me?”

“You’ve been eating really fast lately, and a lot, too.”

“When did I do that?”

It was normal for him to forget things. Not ChiChi. “This morning for starters. Don’t you remember?”

“Breakfast is ready, Goku!”

“All right!” He was in the middle of his exercises but when it was time to eat, it was time to quit. Goku ran in the house. He nearly kicked off his boots before he entered the kitchen. The kitchen table was laden with food. “Wow!” Goku dropped in his chair. “There’s a lot of food here!”

“I think I got it this time,” ChiChi said proudly as she took her seat. “I think I made enough. I also don’t want you starving when we meet King Furry tonight and eat so gluttonously. It’ll be very inappropriate to eat before the king that way.”

“Your Dad’s a king and I eat like that in front of him,” Goku gently argued.

“You’re family,” ChiChi countered. “It’s okay to eat like that in front of family. Not in front of the elected King of Earth.”

Goku shrugged. He didn’t understand why he should eat differently in front of others. “Eh, he’s just like us.”

“Goku,” ChiChi called his name before he could dive in his food.

ChiChi only had to look at him before he recalled what he did wrong. “Oh.” He jumped from his seat and washed his hands before coming back to the table. “Okay?”

ChiChi nodded. “You can eat, Goku.”

ChiChi had a smorgasbord of food all over the table. Goku grabbed his plate, piled it with food and began eating. Once Goku finished a plate, he loaded another with food and ate again. This food was so good. ChiChi’s cooking had to be the best in the world. He hoped whoever’s cooking the dinner at King Furry’s castle cooked just as good. Another plate finished, he piled it with food and ate again. It was during his refill of his tenth plate something caught his eye.

ChiChi was still eating. Normally, ChiChi ate one plate of food and started on dishes or she would refill another plate for Goku while he ate. Instead, she sat at the table, ate very fast (for her), refilled her plate and ate again. It was strange watching ChiChi eat, fill her plate and eat again. He put his plate down and watched her eat, refill her plate and eat again. She never did this before. It was fascinating to watch.

Nearly half the table was empty of food before ChiChi noticed her husband staring at her. “What is it, Goku?”

“You’re still eating.”

ChiChi looked at her plate, puzzled. She hadn’t realized. “Hmm. Guess I was feeling hungry today. I woke up starving.” ChiChi finished filling her plate and ate again. “Eat before your food gets cold, Goku. I wanna leave the house clean before we leave for Central City today.”

Goku grabbed his plate and resumed eating. His eyes never left ChiChi. He wondered how much she will eat and more importantly, if she will eat all the food before he did.

“I ate that much?” ChiChi pondered her behavior. She hadn’t noticed. “I don’t think I ate enough the night before. I guess its nerves before meeting King Furry.” She rubbed her stomach. “I’ll be glad when we eat. I’m getting kind of hungry. I didn’t eat much after breakfast.”

Didn’t eat much? “You made a lunch for us before we left,” Goku told her. “You ate most of that on the way here.”

A knock at the door prevented ChiChi from answering. ChiChi left his side to answer the door. It was Mr. Evans waiting to escort them to the sitting area where King Furry will award Goku the Blue Star Medal.

ChiChi explained Goku prefers his anonymity so the only ones in attendance for the medal ceremony were Goku, ChiChi, King Furry and Mr. Evans. ChiChi watched proudly as Goku bowed before King Furry and stood still as he was pinned with his medal. Goku found the whole thing awkward. He didn’t fight King Piccolo to receive a medal. He had no need for it but ChiChi told him it was important and it will be something to show their children one day. ChiChi took pictures recording this moment and already thinking of the day she and Goku will share this story with their children.

After the ceremony, Goku and ChiChi were escorted to the dining hall. ChiChi would normally marvel at the fancy room of paintings, bright chandeliers, the expensive dining set and the immaculate dressed staff on hand to serve them but what caught ChiChi’s attention was the food. There was so much and such a large variety. It smelled and looked so wonderful, too! She couldn’t wait to taste them all.

King Furry wasn’t aware his staff cooked so much. He wanted to thank Goku and his wife with a proper meal but thought this was overkill. He looked at servant who stood by. “Are you sure you didn’t make too much? There are only three of us.”

“I told the staff to prepare as if you were hosting a hundred guests, Your Highness,” ChiChi explained. “My husband can eat a lot of food. It’s just the two of us and I have to cook as if I’m serving fifty people.”

“Ah,” King Furry laughed heartily. “Then eat to your heart’s content, Son Goku. I have plenty of food here.”

Goku happily obliged. He ate fast but not too fast where he would choke on his food or belch loudly. He was careful to not be gluttonous as ChiChi warned him.

While Goku ate, it was left up to ChiChi to carry a conversation with King Furry. “Thank you so much for the invitation to dinner and the medal but how did you know Goku killed King Piccolo? His name was never released to the world.”

“When it was revealed King Piccolo’s son was at the tournament fighting Son Goku, the runner up of the last two tournaments, I knew he was the little boy who killed King Piccolo. My people went to Papaya Island after the tournament ended to look for Goku. I knew this was my chance to properly thank him. My people met the announcer who explained you and Son Goku arrived to pick up his prize money. He said you two were newlyweds and will be building your home on Mount Paozu. Since I knew where you will live, there wasn’t a rush to find you.”

ChiChi appreciated King Furry’s generosity to give her and Goku time alone before contacting them. “Thank you, Your Highness.”

As the three ate their dinner and converse, King Furry noticed how quickly Goku and ChiChi ate. The large number of emptied plates went unnoticed as servants promptly removed them. King Furry chuckled when Goku stopped eating to stare at ChiChi as she emptied plate after plate. King Furry wasn’t sure why Goku ate so much but he had a good idea why ChiChi did.

“I say you two enjoyed your time as newlyweds,” he laughed. “If you don’t mind my asking, when are you due, Son ChiChi?”

ChiChi nearly choked on her food. Goku looked from his wife to King Furry lost. “ChiChi’s due for what?”

ChiChi knew what King Furry meant. “I’m not pregnant, Your Highness.”

King Furry blushed embarrassed at his error. “Oh, curse me and my strong nose. I ruined the surprise for you.” At Goku and ChiChi’s baffled and shock looks, King Furry explained. “I do have a strong sense of smell. I have women on staff and when they have the similar scent you’re displaying, they’re pregnant.”

Shock reverberated through ChiChi as she placed both hands on her stomach. Pregnant? Could she really be? She noticed her period never came when she travelled with Goku. She thought she could be pregnant but she noticed spotting after they came back. She chalked up the camping trip to throwing off her cycle.

As she thought this over, ChiChi noticed her plate. She was still eating? She always had one plate but now she couldn’t recall how many she had. She ate more than one plate of food this morning for breakfast, too. On the way here, she packed a lunch. She packed it for Goku because she knew he would get hungry but she ended up eating most of the food.

“ChiChi,” it was Goku calling her. She turned to see Goku looking confused. “Are you pregnant?”

“I…..” she shook her head. She thought she wasn’t but with King Furry’s confession and her eating… “I don’t know.”

ChiChi sat on the exam table wearing a thin exam gown nervous. A nurse had taken her blood pressure, blood and urine sample. Now, she waited for the doctor. She wanted to be pregnant. She hope she was pregnant but the tests she took said otherwise and it made her concern something else was going on.

“I don’t understand. This is the third test that’s inconclusive.” ChiChi looked at the pregnancy tests box lined up on her sink. The first test had a plus or minus to let a woman know she’s expecting. Nothing appeared. The second test gave Yes or No answer but it was blank, too. The third test had one line for no, two lines for yes. Three lines appeared. “None of these work.”

Goku sat on the edge of the tub. It bothered him ChiChi was frustrated and there was nothing he could do. “So, what do we do now?”

ChiChi sat beside him. “I’ll have to make an appointment with the doctor. I hope he can tell me if I’m pregnant.”

“And if you’re not?”

ChiChi leaned on Goku worried. “Then something is wrong with me.”

“Don’t worry,” Goku assured her. “If there’s something wrong, I’ll fix it.”

“That’s sweet, Goku, but you can’t do that.”

“No, I will,” Goku said seriously. “If there’s something wrong, I will fix it.”

ChiChi was so nervous, she invited Goku in the exam room with her. She also brought him with her because she knew leaving Goku alone in the waiting room would drive others in the waiting room up the wall. Goku would not sit still and wait patiently. Even now he appeared bored, spinning around on his swivel stool.

Dr. Morrow, a middle aged man entered the room. “Good Morning, I’m Dr. Morrow.” He shook Goku and ChiChi’s hands. He read her chart on his electronic pad. “So, you think you’re pregnant.”

“I think so. I’m displaying some symptoms. I’ve tried three pregnancy tests and the results were ambivalent.”

Dr. Morrow sat on his swivel stool. “How so?”

“Two screens were blank and the third test that showed one line for not pregnant, two lines for pregnant showed three lines.”

“Hmm,” Dr. Morrow pondered as he made notes on his pad. “We’ll find out for sure today.”

Dr. Morrow begin with questions of ChiChi’s family medical history and entered it in his computer. Unfortunately, Goku’s was a complete blank. Once he finished entering all the information he had, Dr. Morrow stood. “We’ll get blood and urine results in a couple days but for now, let’s do a physical exam.” Dr. Morrow stood at the end of the exam table ChiChi sat on. He opened the stirrups. “Place your legs in these, Mrs. Son.”

Goku watched curious as ChiChi slipped her feet in the odd stirrups. Why was ChiChi doing that? He didn’t like it. She was naked under the gown which meant with her legs spread in those stirrups, the doctor could see between her legs. Dr. Morrow moved his chair to the end of the table and slip on his gloves. He only lift the gown ChiChi wore an inch before Goku sprang into action. Dr. Morrow’s chair fell to the floor while his body was slammed into the wall with Goku’s hand on the doctor’s throat.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

For ChiChi, everything happened in a blink of an eye. One blink, Goku was by her side. Another blink and Goku held the doctor by the throat against the wall. “Goku, what are you doing?”

“He’s trying to touch you.”

“He’s a doctor!” she screamed. “He has to give me an exam!”

Goku’s mind slowly processed this. Was ChiChi saying she wanted the doctor to touch her? Oh, he was not gonna allow that! “No man can touch you there except me. You said that on our wedding night.”

ChiChi realized her error. She was so worried about the doctor’s appointment, she didn’t think to explain to Goku what will happen at the appointment. “I did, Goku, but I meant when we’re intimate no man can touch me there. That’s not what the doctor is trying to do.”

“I’m really not,” the doctor said, his feet still dangling in the air. “I give this exam to all women and their husbands are fine with it.”

Goku snarled. “You touch other men’s wives?!! You ain’t touchin’ mine!”

“Goku!” ChiChi pulled her legs from the stirrups. She will have to physically separate Goku from the doctor. “Let him go!”

“No!” Goku always listened to ChiChi but she was wrong here. It was not right for this doctor to touch her.

“Please,” the doctor begged. “I won’t touch your wife. I swear.”

Goku stared the man down hard. He read the fear on his face and knew the doctor spoke the truth. He released the doctor. Dr. Morrow slid to the floor coughing while rubbing his sore neck.

“Goku!” ChiChi scolded her husband. “How could you do that?!” ChiChi knelt to Dr. Morrow. “I’m so sorry. My husband misunderstood. Please forgive us.”

Goku stared at his wife confused. Why was she apologizing? The doctor was wrong! Not him.

Dr. Morrow rubbed his neck. “It’s okay,” his voice was raspy. “I’ve encountered protective husbands.” As soon as ChiChi touched him, Dr. Morrow scrambled away from her. He pulled himself up and stood by the door, shaking as Goku approached, threateningly. “May I recommend a female doctor?” Goku kept approaching, slowly. “Sir, your wife needs to have this exam. I won’t do it but I can ask a female doctor to.”

Goku stopped moving. He considered the doctor’s words. “As long as it’s not a man.”

Relief broke across the doctor’s face. He wasn’t gonna die! “All right. I’ll see who can take on another patient. Excuse me.” Dr. Morrow hastily left the room.

As soon as the door closed, Goku blinked rapidly as if he came out of a trance. What had come over him? Why did he react so violently? He didn’t like the idea of a man touching his wife there but he didn’t understand why he reacted the way he did.

“Goku!” ChiChi screamed getting in his face. “I can’t believe you did that! Why are you acting like a caveman?! What were you thinking?!”

It was happening again. ChiChi’s anger summoned that strange pull over him. “I was thinking I didn’t want a man touching my wife!” Goku argued back.

“It wasn’t like that!” ChiChi yelled back. “He needed to touch me to see if I’m pregnant!”

He didn’t care. Something inside screamed it wasn’t right. ChiChi was his and no man would touch her. He found himself almost roaring back. “No man touches you except me!”

His anger was surprising. This wasn’t like the Goku she’s come to know. His nose flared, his cheeks were heated, and his eyes bore into hers. He looked possessive. ChiChi felt her heart beating a little faster, not out of shock or fear. No. She felt aroused. Why was she suddenly turned on by his anger? Why did it look like he was turned on by her anger? She could see it in his eyes. He wanted to kiss her. He gently grasp her and pulled her closer. His head dropped towards hers…..

The kiss was electric. Her whole body was sizzling. She felt Goku pull the gown from her and lift her body in his arms. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her mouth fought his for control. When she felt her body pressed against the exam table with Goku on top of her, only then did she get a moment of clarity.

What the hell were they doing?

ChiChi’s hands dug into the muscles of his chest. She pushed back and broke the kiss. “Wait,” she breathed heavily. “Wait.” Goku pulled up. She gazed at Goku; both were breathing heavily. “This is not the time or place.” Another gentle push from her and Goku got off her.

Goku stepped back, putting some distance between them. “Yeah,” he breathed, “you’re right.” He rubbed his hand down his face and shook his head. What was going on with them? His eyes went to ChiChi again as she put her gown back on. This was definitely not the right time or place but he wanted her.

“I need some water,” ChiChi suddenly announced. “Could you ask the nurse for some water?”

Goku slowly nodded. He could use some water, too. Water and air. When Goku left, ChiChi sat on the exam table. She thought over what happened and can only conclude something was wrong with both of them.

Are we becoming perverted delinquents to get so turned on by fighting, we almost have sex in an exam room?

The way they were acting ChiChi wasn’t sure Nimbus would let either of them ride it anymore. Goku returned almost twenty minutes later with two cold water bottles. She didn’t question what took Goku so long. His calmer appearance told her he needed a moment to himself just as she.

They waited in silence for another twenty minutes before a woman entered the room. She wore a white coat like Dr. Morrow, held an electronic pad in her hand and a stethoscope around her neck. She appeared younger than Dr. Morrow as she didn’t have a strand of gray in her chestnut hair. “I’m Dr. Barkley. Dr. Morrow has told me of the situation so if it’s all right, I will take you on as a patient. I’ve been an OB/GYN for ten years. I’ve handled natural, cesarean and even home birth. I’ve performed surgeries on babies and women. I haven’t lost anyone yet.”

ChiChi looked at Goku, wondering if he will have an outburst again. She accepted Dr. Barkley. Will Goku?

Dr. Barkley seemed to be wondering the same thing as her eyes were on Goku.

“Do you have to touch ChiChi?”

Dr. Barkley smiled. “If you want me to find out what’s going on with your wife, yes.”

Goku sighed and settled in his seat. “All right.” Dr. Barkley approached Goku. She kindly explain the exam she has to give ChiChi, where she will touch her and why. Goku asked questions and she answered them all in a kind tone. When they finished talking, Goku appeared relaxed with the situation. Dr. Barkley slipped on her gloves and started with a breast exam. Keeping a friendly tone, she asked ChiChi. “So, how long have you been married?”

“Five months,” ChiChi answered.

“Have you been feeling tired? Any nausea?”

“No nausea and I think have more energy. I’ve been very hungry though. I’m starting to eat like my husband.”

Dr. Barkley smiled at Goku, mentally sizing him up. “A healthy appetite is good. Have you not wanted to eat certain foods?”

ChiChi shook her head. “No. Actually, I wanna eat everything; even foods I never wanted to eat.”

Dr. Barkley nodded making a mental note. She stepped away once she finished the breast exam. She sat on the swivel stool at the end of the exam table. “Lie down, please. Place your legs in these stirrups and relax.” ChiChi did so. “When’s the last time you had sex?”

“Three days ago,” Goku answered pouting. “ChiChi said we had to wait until after her doctor’s appointment.”

Dr. Barkley grinned at Goku’s bluntness. Goku looked on as Dr. Barkley performed the pelvic exam. Thanks to their talk, Goku had a little understanding of the tool she used to insert ChiChi with and why. If Dr. Barkley hadn’t explained what the tools were for, he might’ve flipped out at her. ChiChi, while relaxed, didn’t appear she enjoyed this exam. He didn’t understand it but he was oddly pleased ChiChi didn’t wear the pleasant smile or make the pleasant sounds that occurred when he touch her.

Once the exam was finished, Dr. Barkley removed her gloves, entered notes on her pad. She rose. “You can dress. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

When she returned, ChiChi was dressed and sitting on the exam table quietly talking to Goku. Dr. Barkley sat on her swivel stool. ChiChi looked at her worried while Goku smiled, looking optimistic. “Congratulations. You’re pregnant.”

ChiChi screamed and hugged Goku while he slowly processed the news. The more his mind understood what was happening the bigger his smile grew. “Pregnant,” he said wondrously. “We’re having a baby. Hey! We’re having a baby!”

Dr. Barkley couldn’t hold back her laugh at Goku’s reaction. “Judging from what we’ve gathered so far, you’re probably six weeks along. Assuming blood and urine results come out fine, I’ll want to see you in a month. We’ll do a more thorough exam including an ultrasound where you’ll hear the baby’s heartbeat. Until then, take the prenatal vitamins I’ll prescribe for you and prepare for the new arrival.”

ChiChi nodded listening to Dr. Barkley while tears rolled down her cheeks. Her tears caused Goku to panic. “ChiChi, why are you crying? I thought you’d be happy. You said you wanted to be pregnant.”

“I am,” she sobbed and buried her face in his chest. “Oh, Goku, I’m so happy. We’re gonna have a baby.”

Gyu-Mao’s castle was the first place Goku and ChiChi went to after leaving the doctor. Gyu-Mao was busy with the staff in preparation of the Fall Festival his kingdom will host in a couple weeks. Upon hearing the news his daughter and son-in-law had arrived suddenly and were waiting in his study, Gyu-Mao left to meet them. He hadn’t seen them in a while. With the couple traveling Gohan’s map, meeting with King Furry and his own duties, life was busy. He knew to expect them for the Fall Festival but ChiChi’s request to meet in his study had him concerned.

“Goku. ChiChi.” Gyu-Mao closed the door to his study. “Is everything all right?”

“Everything is wonderful!” ChiChi bubbled with excitement. “Goku and I wanted to speak to you privately. We have wonderful news.” She exhaled, fighting to keep her happy tears at bay. “Dad, I’m pregnant!!”

“Pregnant!” Gyu-Mao cheered happily before sweeping up the expecting parents in his arms and swinging them around the room in a tight bear hug. “I’m gonna be a grandpa! A grandpa!”

Goku grimaced at the tight hold Gyu-Mao had on him and ChiChi. First ChiChi and now Gyu-Mao. Who knew expecting a baby meant people get to squeeze the life out of you?

Gyu-Mao realized this as well for he promptly placed the young couple on their feet. Gyu-Mao put his large hands on his daughter’s waist. “I squeezed you so tightly. I didn’t hurt the baby, did I?”

ChiChi shook her head. “No.” She rubbed her stomach. “We’re fine. Everything is perfect!”

Gyu-Mao clapped his hands. Indeed it was. This was wonderful news! “This cause for a celebration. We have to tell the villagers. We’ll announce your pregnancy at the Fall Festival!”

ChiChi blushed. The very thought was mortifying. “Oh, Dad, don’t do that. It’s still early. I’m only six weeks pregnant.”

“So? Your mother was five weeks when she told me about you.” Gyu-Mao’s mind was made up and he wasn’t changing it. “This is the best news to announce at the Fall Festival.”

“Fall Festival?” Goku repeated unfamiliar with the words.

“We have festivals when season changes during the Spring and Fall. It’s really for the farmers as they prepare to plant the proper crops for the changing seasons,” ChiChi explained. “But it’s also a good excuse for our people to get together for a big party. There’s plenty of food, arts and crafts, singing, dancing and games for kids and adults.”

“Oh. Sounds fun.”

“It is, Goku,” ChiChi agreed. “But Dad, let’s not announce my pregnancy at the festival. Let’s wait.”

“No,” Gyu-Mao disagreed. “We should. Unfortunately, Mrs. Niver has been running her mouth. Somehow she knew you two had an argument and with us not seeing you and Goku in a while, it added fuel to her gossip you two are having problems. I reprimanded Mrs. Niver for her loose tongue and I told my staff and concerned villagers everything is fine between you and Goku but I’m only your father so it’s expected I defend you.”

“In other words, they don’t believe you.”

Gyu-Mao shook his head. “Not everyone. Announcing your pregnancy will convince everyone nothing is wrong.”

ChiChi sighed. That woman. ChiChi did like her and ignored her sour attitude towards her marriage to Goku but the old woman was getting on her nerves.

The Fall Festival was a popular celebration for Gyu-Mao’s kingdom where even neighboring communities attended. Booths were set up in the courtyards of Gyu-Mao’s castle where people sold food ranging from candy, snacks, meats, sweet bread, and a variety of yummy desserts. A section was cornered off for the arts and crafts booths while most of the land host the games for everyone from archery, to the dunking booth and the very popular Tilt-A-Whirl and Ferris Wheel whose long line hadn’t shortened since it opened.

Once Gyu-Mao announced ChiChi’s pregnancy, the news spread like wildfire where every villager wanted to personally congratulate their princess and her husband. ChiChi was embarrassed by the attention while Goku welcomed it since everyone selling food offered him and ChiChi free food at their news.

With this being Goku’s first festival, Goku visited every booth in the arts and craft area, even getting his face painted. He took part in some games like bobbing for apples, getting five in his mouth, showed off his strength in the log toss, goofily missing his target when he tried archery but perfectly dunking Mr. Olitz in the dunking booth. Goku and ChiChi spent most of their time among the food booths. They were eating free samples of wild boar on shish kabobs when Aki and a young teen approach them.

“Goku! Mrs. ChiChi!”

Goku’s mouth was filled with wild boar meat but that didn’t stop him from talking when Aki approached. “Oh! Whi, Mki!”

“Goku,” ChiChi gently scolded. “Swallow your food first.” While Goku chewed and swallow his food, ChiChi turned her attention to Aki. “Hello, Aki. Hello Lara. Are you enjoying the festival?”

Lara nodded. “Aki and I just left the Tilt-A-Whirl and the Ferris Wheel. It was awesome.”

“Goku and I are hoping to ride the Ferris Wheel together later.” ChiChi put a hand on her stomach. “Goku’s riding the Tilt-A-Whirl by himself for obvious reasons.” When Goku finished swallowing his food, ChiChi continued with introductions. “Goku, I’m not sure if you ever met Lara, Aki’s sister.”

Lara was Aki’s fourteen year old sister. It was clear besides the Tilt-A-Whirl and Ferris Wheel, she had also visited the arts and craft section with her painted face, handmade necklace and bracelet. ChiChi met her a few times at previous festivals accompanied by Aki or her mother.

“Congratulations, by the way,” Aki said. He smirked at Goku. “Hit that home run early, didn’t you, Goku?” To ChiChi, he said, “Mrs. ChiChi, I know you’re very happy. You’re gonna be a great mom.”

“Home run?” Goku repeated confused. “What are you talking about?”

“I’ll explain later, Goku. Aki,” ChiChi addressed the young man, “for all you’ve done for me and Goku, you can call me ChiChi.”

Aki blushed at the praise and honor. “Um, I don’t know about that. Mom always said we should show proper respect to our king and princess by acknowledging them with their proper title.”

“I understand but I insist. You and Lara can call me ChiChi.”

Aki rubbed the back of his head suddenly shy. “Gonna take me a while before I get used to that but I’ll try, Mrs…. Um, I mean, ChiChi.” Aki slung an arm around Goku’s shoulder. “Can I trade you my sister and borrow the father-to-be? Gotta get him a drink and celebrate.”

ChiChi giggled. She understood the need for male bonding and was glad Goku found a friend among her people. “Have fun but don’t be gone too long.”

“Thanks. Come on, Goku.”

Aki purchased a beer for himself and water for Goku while Goku balanced three shish kabobs, four large onigiri and two huge soft pretzels in his hands. The two found an empty bench to sit on to drink and eat. “So, Goku,” Aki popped open the can of beer, “how do you feel about this?”

Goku polished off one shish kabob in three bites. “This festival is great. It’s a lot of fun. I really like the food. I hope I can get on the Ferris Wheel later.”

Aki grinned. His friend with the one track mind. “I don’t mean that. How do you feel about being a Dad? You’re 18 not 30. If one of my girlfriends told me she’s pregnant, I’d be scared out of my mind.”

“Why?”

Aki drunk his beer. “A baby is a huge responsibility. It’s a tiny life that’s gonna depend on you to take care of him. You’ll have to feed and clean him, figure out why he’s crying since he can’t talk. Mrs.….um, ChiChi will do most of that but you gotta help sometimes. It’s a lot to deal with.”

Goku finished off another shish kabob as he thought over what Aki told him. “I can handle it. Being a Dad sounds like fun and I won’t be doing it by myself. I have ChiChi.”

Aki shook his head amused. “Goku, I wish I had your optimism but I guess after what you went through, you have to be optimistic or you’ll lose your mind.”

Once again, Goku was confused. He took a huge bite of his onigiri. “What do you mean?”

“You practically raised yourself alone in the mountains. You fought the demon King Piccolo and defeated his son. After surviving all that, marriage and fatherhood has to be easy.” Aki finished off his beer. Now that he thought about, Aki realized he was silly wanting to check up on Goku. Goku was naïve at times but he had his life put together a lot better than others and was a lot smarter than people gave him credit for. “You’ll be all right, Goku. I was concerned but I think you’ll be all right.”

Lara suddenly appeared balancing a large bucket of popcorn, a large pretzel and a large soda in her hands. “Here you are.” Lara took the empty seat besides Goku. “I thought I would get lost looking for you.”

Aki frowned at Lara. “What are you doing walking around by yourself?”

Lara rolled her eyes. “I am fourteen.”

“I don’t care,” Aki argued. “Where’s ChiChi? Why isn’t she with you?”

“She’s in the castle with Mrs. Niver. Mrs. Niver and Kaifun approached us when we were at the snack booth. Mrs. Niver wanted to show ChiChi some maternity clothes her mother wore. ChiChi wanted to talk to Goku and let him know so he can come with her.” Lara took a huge bite of her pretzel. “Mrs. Niver told me and Kaifun to get Goku while she and ChiChi go in the castle. I had no problem with that but when we were on our way here, Kaifun suddenly ditched me.”

“He ditched you?!” Aki rose from his seat angry. “What the hell?!”

“I’m fine,” Lara assured her brother. “I can walk around here by myself. It’s safe. Just crowded.”

“I don’t care if it is safe!” Aki snapped. “Kaifun had no right to ditch you. Goku, can you….” Goku’s seat was empty.

“He’s gone,” Lara remarked. She didn’t hear him leave and she sat next to him.

“He’s pissed.”

Lara looked at her brother confused. “Why do you say that?”

“He left his food.”

ChiChi visited her mother’s dressing room several times since the castle was rebuilt. She recalled being a little girl, marveling at the dresses her mother wore, having parties pretending to be her Mom while her stuffed animals were the guests. When she got older, she even tried on a few. During the many hours she spent in this place, she never saw her mother’s maternity clothes.

The dresses Mrs. Niver brought out were very pretty at different stages of pregnancy. Three she decided she will take home today while the others she will pick up when she was further along in her pregnancy.

Holding the dresses on her arm, ChiChi noticed Mrs. Niver still in the closet. “Do you need help?”

“No, I have it,” Mrs. Niver backside suddenly appeared as she pulled a storage box from the closet.

“Lara and Kaifun should be back with Goku soon,” ChiChi said. “We should wait for him.”

Mrs. Niver snorted. “The day I get help from him is the day I die.”

With that remark, ChiChi saw it as the perfect time to address another matter. “Mrs. Niver, my father told me of the gossip you’ve spread about Goku and me. I don’t appreciate it. I can’t stop how you feel about Goku but I won’t allow you to slander our relationship with lies.”

“Grandma only spoke the truth.” Kaifun entered the room. He walked past ChiChi and took the box from his grandmother. He laid it on a table. “Goku did leave and you were having problems. It’s only logical to conclude you may break up.” He shook his head at ChiChi, his disappointment evident. “I certainly thought you would but you did the worst thing possible and got pregnant.”

ChiChi looked from Mrs. Niver to Kaifun. The lack of Goku and even Lara’s presence and only Kaifun and Mrs. Niver wasn’t a coincidence. She remembered her promise to Goku. She wasn’t alone with Kaifun since Mrs. Niver was in the room but suspected Goku wouldn’t like this either. Neither did she. She felt this was a setup.

“Being pregnant is the best thing to have happened to us.”

Kaifun shook his head again. ChiChi didn’t get it. “You don’t realize you’re trapped now.”

“Trapped?”

“You’re pregnant by Goku!” he yelled hoping she will get it. “You can’t get out of the marriage. Well, you can but it’s not easy anymore.”

“I’m not trapped being pregnant by Goku. I’m happy and I will never want out of our marriage!”

“You don’t see the truth because you’re wrapped up in your feelings. Goku is not husband or father material. That fight you had with Goku is proof he wasn’t ready for marriage. That was your out, ChiChi, and you didn’t take it!”

ChiChi felt her blood pressure rising. How dare he! “It was a misunderstanding that escalated.”

“No! It was sign you should leave but you didn’t. Instead, you stayed and now you’re pregnant by him. You’re stuck. You will be tied to him for the rest of your life.” He sighed. “He’s such an idiot, too. I hope your child inherits your brains. To inherit anything from Goku would be a curse no child should burden.”

ChiChi’s punch was so swift and strong Kaifun was knocked off his feet and sent slamming headfirst into the closet door.

“Kaifun!” Mrs. Niver screamed. She rushed to her grandson. She shook his body, horrified to realize he was knocked out. “How could you do that to him? He cares for you!”

“I don’t care what Kaifun says about me but he nor anyone else will say such horrible things about my husband and child in my presence and think they will get away with it.” Her blood was boiling now. “My father and I have been lenient with you two. A lot of it has to do with my father’s past with your family and your kindness to me when I was younger but I won’t tolerate this from you or Kaifun anymore. This is your first and last warning.”

“ChiChi.”

Anger dissolve from ChiChi at the soft call of her name. She turned and saw Goku in the doorway. How much did he hear? How much did he see? Oh, well. It didn’t matter. It was over now. In hindsight, she realized this should been settled a long time ago but she wanted Kaifun and Mrs. Niver to come around on their own. Now she saw that was never possible with them.

“Goku.” In a flash, ChiChi’s voice went from venomous anger to pure happiness. She held up the dresses in her other arm. “Mrs. Niver was nice enough to find me maternity dresses my mother wore. I can’t wait to wear them.”

Goku pointed behind her at the site of Kaifun’s unconscious head stuck in the door. “But….”

“Don’t worry about that.” ChiChi linked her arm in Goku’s. “Like I told you. He’s harmless. Now, let’s see if we can get in line for the Ferris Wheel.” She placed a hand on her stomach. “Maybe I can use my father’s announcement to get us moved to the front of the line.”

Goku laughed as he and ChiChi walked away. “And more free food?” he asked hopeful.

ChiChi giggled. “Yes, Goku and more free food. Honestly, you have a one track mind.”

As the happy couple walked away as if nothing had happened, one individual thought differently. Mrs. Niver tended to her unconscious grandson vowing privately. This isn’t over.

Part Eleven: Super Moon

AN: Since ChiChi is carrying a half Saiyan baby, I figured some normal symptoms Earth women experience will be eliminated like morning sickness. Saiyan babies will not be rejecting food. :P I think ChiChi will also be stronger since she is carrying Saiyan blood in her veins and will carry traits of a Saiyan, like strength, constant eating, heightened sense of smell, etc. I love the idea of Goku staring at a pregnant ChiChi as she eat, fascinated, and finally seeing what his friends see when he eats.

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K18 One Shot

K18 One Shot for @dbz-ff-exchange “Rare Pairs” Challenge

AN: Hello! This is my first K18 fic, so I’m flexing some underused muscle here. Thanks to @scarletraven1001 for the suggestion. If you enjoy this work, please check out my Vegebul stuff on my blog or on Ao3 under Emmaekaywrites.

Summary: Something’s wrong with Eighteen’s ki lately, so Krillin takes her to see Bulma at the lab. When he finds out what it is, how will he react? We’ll say this is an AU where Goku didn’t die fighting Cell because honestly, that was dumb and I hate it. Also, I wanted Goku in this story. C’mon, don’t @ me.

Rated a soft, fluffy T for probably language? Fluff, not smut.

Working Together

Krillin was sweating bullets, pacing Bulma’s laboratory. Eighteen was, as she almost always was, completely stoic and still, sitting up on Bulma’s table.

“So, what’s up?” Bulma asked from underneath the latest gravity engine she was currently working on. “It’s kinda rare for you guys to just show up nowadays.”

“Well,” Krillin scratched at the back of his head, “you see, something’s been up with Eighteen lately. Her ki is out of whack and, I mean, sometimes she’s stronger and sometimes she’s weaker, and I just keep thinking what if some of her bio-technical-whatever is broken or or or-“

“Krillin.” Eighteen stopped his frantic ranting.

“Well that’s what I’m afraid of!”

Bulma slid out from under the engine, still laying on the mechanic’s creeper she used to slide around the lab floor. “Eighteen?”

“Something is strange, but it doesn’t feel like a breakdown of any kind. It feels like… something additional?”

Bulma chewed on a pen. “Something additional? Have you been training? Is it a power increase?”

“I… don’t think so.” Eighteen looked over at Krillin. “Could you leave?”

“What?!” Krillin felt like he’d been hit by a truck. Why would Eighteen send him away?

Just then, mercifully, Goku blinked into the lab. “Yo!”

“Goku!” Krillin shouted.

“Hey man. What are you doing here?”

“Something’s wrong with Eigh-“

“He’s not here. He’s leaving. You are too,” Bulma said, grabbing both men by the ears and wheeling them out of the lab. “Goku, whatever you’re here for will have to wait.”

“Oh I just wanted to see if Vegeta wanted to train together.”

“He’s not here. He went pouting somewhere because the Gravity Room is broken. Because he broke it. Train with Krillin.”

Goku shrugged. “Works for me! Want to spar?”

Krillin gave up. Between Bulma’s insistence and Goku’s distraction, there was little to no hope that he would be allowed to remain in the laboratory.

“Bulma.” Eighteen called the other woman’s name from in the lab.

“Yeah?” Bulma reentered the room, closing the door behind her. Eighteen looked concerned, elegant brows knitted. “You know what’s wrong, don’t you?”

“There’s nothing wrong, I just don’t know how to tell him what it is.”

Bulma’s jaw dropped. She knew what it was, now, too. “You’re pregnant.”

Eighteen nodded. “How do I tell him?”

“I guess you just have to rip the bandaid off. I take it this wasn’t… planned?”

“I don’t know. Maybe it was?”

Bulma screwed up her face, confused. “How can you not know if you were planning to have a baby, Eighteen? That’s usually a lot of conversation.”

“Well, I wanted to have a baby. I never asked if Krillin did, and then… I mean, the thing just happened! It was…” Eighteen sighed. “It was very romantic, you know?”

Bulma did not know. Krillin? Romantic? Come on. Eighteen laughed at the look of disbelief on Bulma’s face. “He really is. I know you probably still see him, and Goku both, as the little boys you met. But Krillin, he’s honest. About everything. He doesn’t just wear his heart on his sleeve, he hands it to you.”

Bulma smiled. Krillin was a straightforward kind of guy, that was true. “So, how did it happen?”

“He bought us a house.”

“What! I thought you were living at Kame House.”

“We were. But he bought us a little house with all the savings he had, and he took me there.” Eighteen relayed the full tale to Bulma.

Krillin had been gone all night. At dawn, he showed up to Kame House in a suit instead of his usual gi, landing softly on the sand and sneaking into the house where everyone still slept. He touched Eighteen’s shoulder gently, and she snapped awake.

“Where have you been!” Eighteen was furious with him – Krillin had never stayed out all night before, had never just disappeared on her. She had been left alone with Master Roshi, all night! Eighteen glared at him.

“I know, I know, you’re mad. Will you come with me? I want to show you something.”

Eighteen frowned, still glaring at him. “Why?”

“Well, I... it’s a surprise. Will you come?”

Eighteen rose, quickly dressed and followed him out of the house. Krillin was acting so strange, so nervous, almost as odd as he’d acted the day he had asked her to marry him.

“It’s just over this next ridge, in the city. You’ll see.”

Eighteen followed his flight over the water, then over the rise of the hilly land. Then, a little city began to show itself in the landscape. Krillin landed just at its outskirts.

“We’ll have to walk from here,” he told her.

“Mm.” Eighteen acquiesced, still confused and suspicious and not just a little irate. What are we doing?

They walked in silence – awkward, uncomfortable silence like they hadn’t shared for a long time. Eighteen and Krillin had been comfortable with each other after their marriage. Krillin accepted her coolness, her taciturn nature. Eighteen accepted Krillin’s occasional foot-in-mouth syndrome and his tendencies to work himself to exhaustion. This silence was like their premarital state, where she was still self-conscious of her own strangeness and Krillin was still convinced that he wasn’t good enough for her, where both felt out of place in their own love for the other.

“Here we are,” Krillin said, clearing his throat. He gestured to a small white house with an orange door, attached to two other houses on either side, with a tiny garden yard in the front.

“Where are we?” Eighteen arched an eyebrow.

“We’re home,” he said, walking up the short path to the front door and fumbling in his suit pocket for a key before unlocking and opening the door. Eighteen followed him inside. The space was tiny, dark due to curtains drawn across all the windows, and about a hundred candles were scattered all over the little living room. The only furniture was a low kotatsu table, a bench and some shelves made from cinder blocks and scrap wood, and two overturned milk crates for seats.

Eighteen’s eyes were wide. It was tiny. It was unfurnished. It was cheap. It was beautiful.

“Now,” Krillin said, “I know it isn’t much.” He scrubbed at the back of his head in his nervous way and toed the ground. “But listen! I’m going to try to get a job on the police force and then I’ll be able to really get the place in good shape. There’s a big bedroom with plenty of space for a baby someday, and the kotatsu will keep us warm for now, and I’ll make more furniture, I can make a table or real chairs, or whatever you want, Eighteen.” He looked up at her face. “Eighteen. Say something!”

Eighteen kicked the door closed gently behind her; still, the impact shook the adjacent window frame. It was the smallest house she’d ever seen. Only as big as their bedroom in Kame House. “How did you afford this?”

“Oh I… I’ve been working odd jobs since we got married. And I had some savings. And I worked security some nights. And I fixed things for people, mowed lawns, made deliveries. Whatever I could, you know?”

“Since we got married? For two years?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“Well, you deserve a house, y’know? You actually deserve a castle and a diamond bathtub and a luxury car and a closet full of clothes and –“

Eighteen grabbed his collar and kissed him. Her heart was bursting with things she couldn’t say. Thank you. I love you. I love this house. Thank you for loving me. You didn’t have to work so hard all alone. I’m glad I was born. I’m glad I met you. I’m glad I’m your wife.

Krillin returned her kiss, and he understood everything she wanted to say.

“And one thing lead to another. We didn’t even have slippers in the house, let alone … pregnancy prophylactics.”

Bulma burst into laughter. Imagine Krillin setting all that up himself. Imagine how hard he must have worked. Very honest and diligent indeed. “But Eighteen, I still don’t get how the pregnancy was “sort of” planned!”

“Well… that morning, he mentioned that the bedroom was big enough for us and for a baby, didn’t he? So that means he was thinking of a baby… someday. I just don’t know if he was thinking of having that baby now.”

“I see,” Bulma rested her chin in her splayed fingers. “So you wonder how he’ll react.”

“Yes. He’s already worked so hard to get us this house, and I’m afraid that if he knows a baby is coming, he’ll work himself even harder.”

“Hmm…” Bulma scrubbed at some grease on her cheek. “How would you like a job, Eighteen?”

“What?”

“A job! Here, at Capsule Corp! I need a heavy mechanics assistant. And we have a great hiring bonus, and the best maternity leave policy in the world – literally. I’ve checked.”

Eighteen smiled.

Out in the Capsule Corp courtyard, Goku and Krillin sparred.

“Hey, Goku?” Krillin rolled his head to avoid Goku’s punch.

“Yeah?” Goku tucked his feet to avoid Krillin’s leg sweep.

“How did you tell Chi Chi you wanted to have a kid?”

“Huh?”

“Did you guys plan on having Gohan?” Krillin asked, punching away.

“Chichi probably did. She didn’t seem that surprised.”

“Dude, when did you find out she was pregnant?”

“Day before Gohan was born.” Goku landed a hard punch to Krillin’s ribs, the latter having dropped his guard in total disbelief.

“THE DAY BEFORE?!” Krillin wheezed.

Goku chuckled a little, pausing to let Krillin catch the breath he’d knocked out of him. “Why you asking me all this stuff about Gohan? You gonna have a baby? I don’t think guys do that part.”

“Kakarot, you are exactly as dumb as you look.” Vegeta landed on the grass next to Krillin. “Why are you on my lawn?”

“We were sparrin’.”

“And my lawn was the only place to do that.”

“Well no, but I –“

“And why are you here?” Vegeta looked down at Krillin.

“Eighteen’s sick or something, I needed Bulma to take a look at her. I can’t take her to a doctor doctor.”

“Of course.” Vegeta started to walk away, heading for the house, hoping his gravity room was fixed.

“Wait, Vegeta!” Both Krillin and Goku yelled.

“What?!” The Prince snapped, spinning on his heels to glower at them both.

“Uh, you first, Krillin.” Goku poked at the shorter man with an elbow.

“Well, uh. Well. Vegeta. When Bulma had Trunks, you know? Did you guys… uh… mean to do that?”

“Tch. Idiot.” Vegeta turned away and went inside, not bothering to find out what Kakarot wanted.

“Okay, yeah,” Krillin said, “That was a long shot.”

Bulma and Eighteen were in the gravity room, the blonde woman holding the heavy gravity pulsar engine up off the floor while Bulma connected wires and plugs.

“Woman, aren’t you done yet?”

“Keep your pants on, Grumpy.”

“Tch.”

Bulma slid out from under the engine and Eighteen gingerly placed it back in its place. “I’m done now. Knock yourself out.” She walked past him, kissing his cheek on the way by.

“Woman!” He turned flame red.

Bulma laughed herself out of the room, Eighteen following close behind. The women went out on the second story deck and sat down to lemonade and sandwiches, clearly laid out by her mother – the crusts were cut off and the sandwiches themselves cut into tiny triangles.

“So,” Bulma chewed, “What do you think about coming to work for me for a while? I can bonus you enough to furnish your house.”

Krillin landed behind Eighteen. “Wait – what?”

Eighteen started a bit, dropping her lemonade, surprised by Krillin’s sudden appearance. Goku took his hand off Krillin’s shoulder, snatching the falling glass out of the air before it could land and smash.

“I saw sandwiches,” he grinned.

Bulma snorted, rolling her eyes and passing Goku a plate.

“Eighteen, you don’t have to work. I’m going to get into the police academy any day now,” Krillin insisted.

“Krillin,” Bulma wagged her finger at him, “There’s nothing wrong with a working woman.”

“I didn’t say there was!” he said.

“But Chichi doesn’t work,” Goku said through a mouthful of food. “I think she’s happier staying at home with Gohan, making sure he studies and everything.”

“Eighteen isn’t Chichi!” Bulma rolled her eyes.

“Eighteen doesn’t have to work!” Krillin said, getting a little red in the face.

“YES I DO!” Eighteen yelled.

All three faces turned away from each other to stare at Eighteen.

“Yes, I do. You can’t be the only one working so hard, Krillin.” Eighteen lowered her voice. “Now that there are three of us.”

“What?”

“We’ll both have to do our best to take care of this one.” Eighteen gently rested her hand over her stomach.

“Is that – are you – is that why your power levels have been – are you kidd – issat – a bab – a baby?” Krillin was mostly muttering nonsense.

Goku leaned over to Bulma and whispered. “What’s going on?”

“Eighteen is pregnant, dummy.”

Goku popped up out of his seat and clapped Krillin hard on the back. “Congratulations! You’re a daddy now!”

Krillin snapped out of his stupor and scooped Eighteen up in his arms, spinning her around and laughing. “A daddy! I’m a daddy! Yahoo!”

Eighteen laughed, “Krillin, put me down!”

“No way! Never ever again ever!” He snuggled her closer to her chest. He would have snapped a lesser woman in two with the force of his bear hug, but of course, Eighteen was no lesser woman. She was equal to that and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“It’s going to be hard for me to do my job if you won’t put me down, you know.”

“It’s not going to be too much for you?”

“No. And Bulma has promised to furnish out house as my starting bonus, plus she’ll give me a great maternity leave.”

“How great?” Krillin looked over at Bulma.

“Well, how about as long and as much as she wants, as long as I can keep her on call for the really important things?”

Eighteen nodded and Krillin burst into happy tears. They would be working together now, working to grow their little family of two into three. Eighteen as his wife and his own little baby to love – how lucky can one guy get?

#K18 #fanfic #dragon ball fanfiction

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