I am back after a very long hiatus and realized I missed writing. This is a complete makeover from a previous story that I started and never finished. I hope my new found writing skills and determination will help make this story great.
Piccolo and Chi-chi are married in this. There is no story of how they got to that point because I don't have an idea how to approach that. Perhaps at another time. Hope you all enjoy.
"Im what?!"
Chi-chi stared in disbelief at her doctor. The said doctor, whom she's been seeing since Gohan was born, was smiling brightly. This doctor, nicknamed Umi, knew Chi-chi on a fairly personal level. They didn't spend much time together outside of personal matters but this woman came to her for her last two children. Everything from checkups to female needs.
Doctor Umi gave a weak laugh as Chi-chi subconsciously placed her hand on her stomach. "You're going to have a baby honey."
Chi-chi's calloused hand swept through her bangs, giving a deep sigh. Under her breath, she muttered to herself ' so he can…"
Concerned, Umi patted the mother's leg, "Is everything alright dear? Did you not want…"
"Oh no! I mean, yes! I…" Mumbling over her words, Chi-chi took a deep breath. Taking a few moments to collect herself, she smiled. "I just, never expected to have, uh, a baby with my new husband. We didn't really think we...could." The two of them brought this up every once in awhile. Her husband wasn't completely positive if their two species could actually create another life. Not in a sexual way, at least. A Sayian was one thing, since humans and sayians were genetically similar. But her and…that means she couldn't just get help from a human doctor.
Shaking her thoughts away, realizing she just spaced out on her doctor. "No offense to you Umi, but I should go to a close friend for my plans. He knows a lot more about… this than you would."
Umi threw her hand to her chest dramatically, "I see how it is! I'm not good enough for you anymore!" She choked on a fake sob, "I should just hang up my coat!"
Chi-chi scoffed, "Please, I still have Goten. He still needs lots of work. The kid tried to litterally eat a spoon." She looked at her watch, "Speaking of Goten, I should get home and make dinner." She stood up hastily, shaking the doctor's hand.
She stood outside the building, watching the cars zip by. Then, it hit her. The realization that she was pregnant had her leaning against the cold stone building. Her eyes looked up at the sky, the clouds lazily drifting by.
"I-I'm pregnant." A smile came to her lips as a sense of giddiness fizzled through her body. Then her husband came to mind and all that happiness turned to anxiety. Rubbing her face, she groaned, "How do I tell Piccolo?"
"How to tell me what?" Shivers ran down Chi-chi's back as she heard the deep baritone next to her. She looked up to the very tall Namekian. His arms crossed over his arms uncomfortably. With his outlandish training garb, green skin, and introverted nature, it was quite clear that he felt he didn't belong.
"Oh, uh...wait, weren't you t training with Gohan today?"
Piccolo raised an eye ridge, "He went to go be with…Dende. Before you even say it, Goten is over at the blue haired's house. I thought to…" A lavender blush spread across his cheeks, "Check up on you, is all. Just to make sure you weren't too terribly sick to fly home. However," He turned to his wife, "That doesn't answer my question."
Giving a deep sigh and smiling, Chi-chi grabbed his hand, "I'll tell you in a more…" She looked around at assholes gawking at Piccolo's sheer size alone, "Secluded area."
Piccolo wouldn't give up a chance to leave large crowds, but couldn't help to make snarky grin. "Oh, is that what you want to talk about?"
Chi-chi's face flushed red. With one solid punch she left his him rubbing his arm as she blasted off into the air. Piccolo snorted through his nose, knowing full well that was the best joke he had.
They stopped at the edge of their property, the house just a few feet away. Chi-chi rubbed her arm, taking deep, strong breaths. Clasping her hands together, she spun around to look Piccolo in the eyes. Craning her neck to do so.
She drank in his features, thinking of what their...child would look like. His strong brow and chiseled chin made him look...rugged. Strong. While his eyes and cheeks held a softness to it. He rose an eye ridge, obviously trying to keep his patience.
"Piccolo...I...well, I have something exciting to tell you." With her new found strength that he gave her, she looked up to him. Joy with a little bit of apprehensiveness on her face, "I'm pregnant."
And, like that, it looked as if Piccolo short circuited. He was unmoving, his eyes dead set on Chi-chi's form in a wide glassy stare. Chi-chi tried again, trying to hide her snickering, "We're going to have a...a baby." She touched the back of his hand, rubbing it with her index finger.
In a surprised twist that Chi-chi hadn't planned, Piccolo wrapped his arms around her shoulders, bringing her up to his height. Chi-chi dangled there as the green giant nuzzled his head into the crook of her neck. She laughed, using her arms to wrap around his neck. Piccolo pulled her away from her, looking her up and down, stopping at her body before gently setting her down.
A tint of blush was flushed over Piccolo's cheeks. It was obvious he didn't know what to say or even if he wanted to say anything. But he didn't run. Chi-chi thought. And that was the important thing.
Piccolo rubbed the back of his neck, "We, uh, need to talk about this huh?" Chi-chi nodded, hugging his arm tight. "And the boys too?"
"Well duh, green bean. Can't just go 'Oh, yeah! Look at your new sibling!' and throw the baby in their face."
Piccolo glared at her, sneering, "Not what I meant woman and you know it."
"Of course tough guy." She started to walk with him to the house, "Let's plan this out before the boys come home."
Piccolo and Chi-chi were lounging on the couch the half hour before Gohan was suppose to be home, little brother in tow. Chi-chi was sprawled out on the couch, nuzzled against her husband. Piccolo's arm was lazily draped over her shoulder.
He was in a slight meditation, but was overwhelmed the thoughts of this child. His child. Truth be told, he never planned on hatching one of his own. When Gohan came into the picture, he cast the idea out completely, already gaining that paternal bond most Namekians crave for. And that bond just strengthened when he married Chi-chi and was then donned the title of "father" to Goten.
Chi-chi mentioned a few times of wanting another infant to dote on when Goten started walking and talking. Something that shared his blood as well. Namekians, as a species, mostly gave birth asexually since all the current Namekians came from Guru. But they still had organs from before most of the race was wiped out. That being said, fundamentally, Namekians were far different from humans as they could be. They lived practically off of sunlight and water. Their tissues could heal fundamentally faster than humans by one hundred percent. Hell, he could go on and on.
Even though he didn't understand the 'how' he isn't overly upset about it. He didn't exactly raise Gohan how he should've been raised and he's still learning with Goten. The two year old surprising the warrior with how much he could tolerate and handle.
The little brats did get on his nerves a little. Okay, a lot, but it was something he was starting to feel familiar. Something enduring. Something meaningful to his life.
Gohan's Kai was coming up from the distance. Piccolo shook Chi-chi's arm, "They're close." Chi-chi stretched, obnoxiously shoving her hand in front of his face. Piccolo rolled his eyes as Chi-chi got up off of the couch, over to the kitchen where dinner was already finished. An overly large pot filled with some sort of stew and rice was slowly simmering on the stove.
By the time the boys were in the door, Goten laughing as Gohan bounced him in his arms, Piccolo and Chi-chi had already set the table. Gohan's mouth started to water, "Hey mom! Hey Piccolo!"
Goten yelled, "Dada! Dada!" The toddler started reaching out for Piccolo, his chubby hands grasping the air.
Piccolo went to the door, ruffling Gohan's hair before taking the boy from his arms. "You know the drill, wash up."
Gohan looked at the table with longing, his stomach growling, but knew better than rein the wrath of his mother onto him with no one in her way. As Gohan went to wash his face and hands, Piccolo went to the table, placing the kid in his highchair.
"There's my precious little boy!" Chi-chi bent down to kiss Goten on the head, the child giggling and squirming.
"Mama! Mama! Hungy!"
Chi-chi brushed her son's hair back, "Not until Gohan comes back my dumpling." She booped his nose, "Then we eat."
Goten scrunched up his nose, ready for a tantrum. Piccolo, prepared to not have his ear drums obliterated, intervened, "What did you do today, Goten."
A smile as wide as his face spread out as he listed everything he did today in a very incoherent and quite confusing story. Hand motions and sounds included. Gohan came back, looking a little less grubby. On que, their mother grabbed bowls and ladled them out for herself and the boys. In no time, the boys started to eat as fast as their bodies would let them.
"So," Chi-chi started, "What did you do with Dende today Gohan?"
Gohan started prattling off everything the two were doing. Chi-chi listen intently while Piccolo half payed attention and half cleaned Goten while making sure he didn't knock his bowl off his high chair. Again.
"So Mom, what did the doc say? You don't have anything serious do you?"
The spoon to her lips paused, almost forgetting about that little number. She looked over a Piccolo, who nodded as he used a cloth to wipe Goten's hands. "Well, Gohan. Goten. We have something exciting to tell both of you."
Gohan put his spoon in his bowl, confusion graced his face as he looked between his mom and best friend.
"We are going to have another baby."
Gohan stared quietly at his mother for a few seconds, as Goten, who wasn't paying attention, was playing with his food now. Then, abruptly, Gohan cheered, "Really? Honestly?!" He looked over to Piccolo, who was trying to avoid eye contact with a blush over his face. Gohan ran around the table to hug both his mom and stepdad, "This is great! I can't wait!"
He went over to Goten, squatting down, "Do you hear that Goten?" Goten looked up at him, a dirty spoon raised above his head, "You're going to be a big brother!"
He looked at his bowl hard, the cranks in his head not working as hard as they should. "I still baby?"
Chi-chi chuckled, "You'll still be our baby. There'll just be another baby."
Tears started to sparkle in Goten's eyes, "But I want to be baby!"
Piccolo almost rolled his eyes all the way to the back of head, giving Chi-chi a look of 'what-the-hell-is-he-crying-about-now'. In return, Chi-chi just gave him a shrug.
By the collar of Goten's shirt, Piccolo lifted him out of his high chair and held him up to his face. "No crying over this Goten." Goten sniffled in response, "With this child on the way, then you get to be Gohan to them."
Goten looked down in thought, "I-I be like big broder?" He hiccuped slightly.
Piccolo nodded, setting him on his shoulder, "Yes. Like Gohan."
A sparkle was soon in Goten's eye, "I want little broder too! Like Go-an!"
Chi-chi laughed, "We don't know if it will be a boy Goten. But maybe it will be."
"Yaaaay!" Piccolo winced, handing the child to his mother.
Chi-chi poked her tongue out at him, causing Gohan to giggle and a glare from Piccolo himself.
Having gone through pregnancy with two half Sayian children made this one a god damn walk in the park. She didn't eat as much and she wasn't as fatigued. That didn't mean that it wasn't weird, however.
Since this baby would be half Namekian, she drank more water than she ever did her entire life. At least, that's what it felt like. Dende had mentioned this with the check-ups with him, but he didn't foreshadow how much. To keep her happy, she settled on flavored drinks or tea. So far, her favorites had been cherry flavored water or straight up black tea.
Despite not being as ravenous like the other two, the combinations were...unusual for her. Most of what she absolutely craved was spicy food. Like the food that could burn through the floor spicy. Piccolo and Gohan stared wide eyed at a distance as she ate a curry that was practically ninety percent peppers. Piccolo would refuse to kiss her mouth for about two hours unless she brushed her teeth about four times.
That evening, they were going to make their way to the Brief's household for a little party. It's been two months since she heard she was pregnant and one other month before then. In that time she has only told her family and she was excited.
A little baby bump was showing and her breasts were slightly larger than before. She was packing a bag for Goten, even though Bulma already had everything she needed. You never know if they had to stop on the way there or back, she always told Piccolo. She included a water bottle in there, also for those 'just-in-case' moments.
With the bag slung over her shoulder, she went outside to meet up with her boys. Their they stood, Goten running around Gohan and Piccolo watching with amusment. "All ready boys!"
"Finally?" Piccolo walked over to his wife, smirking at her scowl.
"I already told you how important it is in case of an emergency!" She glared up at him, her cheeks puffed out.
Piccolo rolled his eyes but kept quiet. Gohan bent down and scooped his brother up, "Ready to go over to Trunks?" The child nodded his head vigerously, going on about a new stance that Piccolo taught him. Along with a new toy.
Piccolo went to pick Chi-chi up and the woman backed up, "What are you doing? I'm flying my self! Thank you."
Rubbing his face, knowing this would happen, he gave a deep sigh. "Chi-chi, you know that Dende said to keep your ki stable and low. Flying is the oppisite of that."
"I'll be perfectly fine! I can do this on my own!" She crossed her arms, digging her heels into the matter.
"I know you can, and you do it well. But this is for the child, you insruffrable stubborn woman!"
She stood there speechless, her eyes wide. Piccolo tried not to gloat that, for once, he was right and won. That will just be a mental tally in his mind. He picked her up bridal style, not receving another complaint from the little woman. There was a small glare but that, for the most part, was ignored.
When they landed, Bulma ran up to Chi-chi, giving her a big hug. "Oooo! It's been too long!" She squezed a bit with a concered Piccolo not too far behind. Bulma looked up at him, "Nice to see you too Dill Pickle!"
Gohan put Goten on the ground, letting the little lightning bolt speed to another, equaly excited child. They crashed together and they began 'wrestling' on the floor. Giggles and all.
Krillin came out waving, "Hey yall! How's it goin'?" Gohan ran up to great him, going on about the studies he's learning.
Bulma manages to herd everyone into the backyard where most of the gang is at. Chi-chi gladly takes a seat. Piccolo brings over a flavored bottle water and stands next to her with his arms crossed, like a guard. Chi-chi made sure it was in fact water and took a sip. It wasn't cherry, but it wasn't bad.
"So," Bulma started, "How is ever...ry….thing." Her voice grew quiet as Chi-chi gulped down the entire thing in one go, the plastic crunching under the lack of air. Vegeta just came out, pausing and curously wondering why the human was drinking in such a manner.
Chi-chi finished with a sigh, crushing the bottle in her fist. She looked around then, seeing how everyone stopped talking to watch her chug an entire water bottle. A large one at that. She laughed nervously, rubbing the back of her head, "Sorry, I was, uh, thirsty."
They all burst out laughing. Bulma chuckled a little more to her self as she started her conversation once again. "So, he he, what's new? Besides the fact you no longer need to breath air?"
Chi-chi blushed, scooting her chair closer to Bulma's. "Don't let me start on you, Miss Priss."
Snorting, Bulma crossed her arms, "Come on, that was funny. Almost as funny as Trunks spilling ketchup over Vegeta when he was sleeping. The man actually thought that he did it to himself."
Piccolo gave his wife another water bottle, then presume to stand behind her like some weird, walking gargoyle. "Byyye the waay." Bulma pointed at the said object, "Whats with all the water?"
"I...need to drink more."
"Psssh, please. I may not be a biologist but I do believe you drank plenty for a couple hours. You didn't even fly here...which is also weird."
"Well," Chi-chi started out, swishing her water in the container. She kept her voice low as she looked around the room, "I'm drinking for two."
Bulma blinked, her eyes wide. "For...two…" She blinked and it hit her. She jumped from her chair, pointing at her friend and screamed, "OH SHIT YOU'RE PREGANT?!"
Chi-chi rubbed her temples and Piccolo had to lean away from the explosion of noise. Mean while, the room, once agian, seem to be in stop motion. Gritting her teeth for a bit, counting to ten, she then smiled and yelled back, "Yup! I'm pregnant!"
The Z Fighters, as if on que, looked at a slightly flushed Piccolo and then at Chi-chi. A rush of people then bombarded the poor woman, congratulating her and the new little one.
Then, as always, Vegeta laughed.
"This is too good! Two of the weakest species on this planet is having a mutt! That's just precious." The Prince held his stomach, laughing, as a shadow began to block the sun out above him.
"I suggest." The Prince slowly stopped laughing, a smarmy grin in place. "You shut it."
Piccolo towered over him, a fanged snarl telling the prince to rightfully fuck off. "Ooo," Vegeta mocked, "I'm soo scared. Tell me, Namekian, how do you think you could possibly, even barely, begin to make me stop?"
Piccolo, in turn, gave a big menicing grin as he bent himself down to Vegeta's level. Vegeta's grin slowly dissipated, "Oh, I don't have to fight you to get you to." Piccolo stalked away, over to the now awkward crowd and after a fleeing Chi-chi. Leaving Vegeta to figure out, and slightly fear, what the hell the Namekian ment.
Chi-chi had stomped to a back room in the Breif's house. Pacing back and fourth on the verge of tears. Her face was red, as were her eyes. She heaved deep breaths, clenching and unclenching her hands.
She knew this wasn't good for the baby. Knew it wouldn't be good for her to beat the ever loving shit out that jack ass. A mutt. A mutt! That was what he called her baby. Weak. Something he called...her.
Hot tears fell from her checks as she began to think about her child. A child that wouldn't be able to fit in, like Piccolo. They wouldn't look like her boys. What if she wasn't strong enough to help that child deal with such pain. Of being different. What if she wasn't strong enough to keep them happy if they wanted to fight like the rest of the family? What if…
What if she wasn't strong enough.
She fell onto the floor in a heap, sobbing quietly into her hands. That's when Piccolo cautiously steped into the room. "Get the hell out!" She screamed at him, her body quivering. Piccolo closed the door behind him.
"No."
Chi-chi looked down at her lap, defeated.
Piccolo softly walked towards her, knealing down so not to be towering over her. She looked like a mess. Her hair was coming undone from her bun. Her eyes were puffy and red, tears falling down along with some mucus from her nose. He clenched his fists but knew it was no time to be angery now. That can happen later. But not too much later.
"You don't keep your mind very quiet."
She hiccuped, trying to find composure where there was none. Piccolo decided to sit cross legged on the floor, allowing Chi-chi to crawl into his lap with no complaint. She curled up to his chest, clutching at his gi as she sobbed. Piccolo placed a clawed hand on her back, looking away at the door to assure that no one came in when she was...comprmised.
He waited until she settled down, only slight hiccuping in place. Damn hormones. Just as bad when she had Goten.
"You will be fine." His voice vibrated, calming his wife more. "If you aren't embaressed to be married to a demon, then you'll be fine." His claws tapped softly on her back, "There is no person alive strong enough to handle two half sayians and an ass like me." She laughed softly at that, heaving a deep sigh. "Do you wish to leave?"
Chi-chi shook her head.
There was a soft knock at the door, Bulma's voice muffled through the door, "Can I come in?"
Chi-chi's hoarse voice answered, "Yeah."
Bulma poked her head in, a sad smiled on her face. She let herself in, quick to close the door. In her hand was a very tall glass of cherry flavored water. Knowing it was her go to drink after talking to a very concered Gohan. She saw Chi-chi craddled in a bashfull Piccolo's lap and then decided that those two were the cutest couple she ever met.
"Hey, hun. Are you alright?"
Wipeing her eyes, she nodded. Bulma smiled, handing her the drink, "You, uh, might need this after all that crying. I know how good it feels to drink something cold after a good cry. And, uh…" she looked down at her friend's stomach, "for the little one."
There was a quiet thank you as Chi-chi began to down the glass of water greedily. Bulma tried not to laugh, knowing that it would not help the situation at all. She looked over at Piccolo, winking at him, "Won't say a word." Of course, that just turned him purple and earned her a glare.
"Sorry about Vegeta." Bulma glared at the door, "I disabled that asshole's gravity chamber and plan to put laxitive in all of his food tomarrow."
Piccolo gave a slight chuckle, "I'll give him a day of rest before I do the same."
"Like the way you think green bean."
The raven haired mother began to stand up, wobbling a bit before going for a hung for Bulma. "Sorry I ruined your party."
"Ha! Ruined it? You're pregnant! Thats the best news I've heard in weeks! We have to plan a baby shower for you!" She hugged this feirce mother tighter, "I'm here for you, okay? If you need some girl time just call and I'll come straight the fuck over with some choclate and a chick flick."
