A/N: Thanks to puppykakarot for putting up with my absolutely trash headcanons and for beta reading for me!

Nine Months in Hell

Bulma tapped her manicured fingers on the bathroom sink. Her very blue eyes were glued to the pregnancy test and the more she looked at it, the more her brow furrowed in something between surprise and concern. She wasn't unprepared for maternity—Bulma was probably the most prepared human being no matter at what circumstance. Her true concern lay on the two Saiyans that, at that very moment, were fervently arguing about a blanket they were supposed be sharing. How they had both handled parenthood in the past was beyond her. She tossed the test into the small garbage can beside the toilet and sighed as the argument outside the bathroom seemed to have reached its peak. She noisily threw open the door and stood at the doorway, hands firmly placed on her hips as she glowered at the two suddenly quiet Saiyans.

"What is your problem?" She asked while rubbing her tired eyes. A quick look at the bedside clock showed her it was almost three in the morning.

"Kakarot is my problem." Vegeta snapped back and yanked the blanket so hard that Kakarot almost flew out of the bed.

"What are you doing out of bed?" Goku asked, deliberately ignoring the woman's question and shooting an annoyed look at Vegeta.

"It didn't seem a good idea to join you both as you're trying to kill each other." She chuckled at their resigned faces, apparently unable argue. "Also, there's something you need to know." She went on and let her arms fall to her sides, hesitantly stepping towards the bed until she was seated on the edge of the mattress.

"Couldn't it have waited until morning?" Vegeta quirked a brow curiously.

"You were not sleeping anyway. Now shut up for a minute and listen. It's serious."

Goku tilted his head and sat cross-legged, an unusual look of concern in his face.

"I'm pregnant."

Vegeta arched his eyebrows and instinctively glanced back to Kakarot—who suddenly had his typical clueless expression back, as if Bulma had just presented him the most complex equation that she had been working on her lab. He rolled his eyes and turned back to face the woman again.

"Are you sure?" The older Saiyan asked dumbly, certain that Bulma wouldn't say something like that unless she was a hundred percent sure about it.

She just nodded in response, blue eyes alternating between the two Saiyans. Goku raised his hand and predictably scratched the back of his head.

"I kinda thought you were trying to get pregnant." He finally said after a moment of contemplation. "I mean, it's been months since we've been fucking without any protection, right?"

Vegeta snickered—a common reaction from him everytime he heard an obscene word coming out of Kakarot's lips. That was certainly an outcome of the huge amount of time he had been spending with himself and Bulma.

Bulma considered the statement for a moment and shrugged. It wasn't like Goku was wrong anyway. They weren't exactly concerned about it, even though none of them had brought the subject up—and the three of them knew that getting pregnant was a very real possibility.

Vegeta's dark eyes were glued to the blue-haired woman. When she was pregnant with Trunks he didn't really care about it. In fact, he barely noticed the side effects of her condition or the development of her pregnancy—he was too busy obsessing over Kakarot. He had never seen her throwing up, didn't notice when her belly started to grow or her insane mood swings. He also didn't care much when the boy was born. Now it seemed stupid that, even though he didn't truly care for Bulma at that time, he didn't care about his own heir either. His eyes glinted with something Bulma didn't fully understand but that made a warm feeling spread across her chest—and the sensation was amplified when Vegeta suddenly leaned in to kiss her on the mouth.

She was not entirely sure what had triggered that unusual reaction, but that didn't make the experience any less pleasant. She willingly parted her lips to give him access to her mouth and Vegeta slipped his tongue inside, coaxing a relaxed sigh from her. It didn't take any longer until a hoarse moan followed hers and the kiss was broken when they both looked at the man sitting beside them.

"You can join us, you know." Bulma snickered and reached out for Goku, cupping his neck with soft hands and pulling him closer.

Goku didn't hesitate and within seconds his tongue was slipping between the other two, immediately welcomed by his waiting lovers. They kissed sloppily, their heads tilting until they finally found the perfect fit. Their tongues slid together outside their mouths until Vegeta broke their kiss when a strong hand pressed down on his thigh. It wasn't necessary to look down to recognize the heavy, rough touch as Goku groped his firm flesh, eliciting a purr from the older Saiyan.

Bulma pulled back when Vegeta's head turned to face Goku. They exchanged a knowing look before big hands grabbed Vegeta's chin and he crushed their lips together in a rough kiss. Bulma watched them with fascinated eyes, a smirk curling up her pink lips as the two men devoured each other's mouths and moaned together when they both grabbed the other's cock at the exactly same time.

"He's hard already." Vegeta teased as if he was in a different condition.

The older Saiyan reached for Bulma's delicate wrist and brought her hand between Kakarot's legs, showing her with a touch that his words were true. She smiled and promptly accepted the suggestion, rubbing the impressive bulge hidden under the man's clothes.

Vegeta peered down to watch as she worked on Kakarot's hard cock—and soon enough she was freeing him from his pants to stroke the hard flesh.

"Don't be so eager." Vegeta smirked when a few droplets immediately came out from Goku's tip. "I think there's someone here who deserves to be pleased today."

Goku and Vegeta exchanged a mischievous look before turning to Bulma. A shiver ran down her spine and she gasped in surprise when Goku pushed her back into the mattress and leaned in to plunder her sweet mouth. Vegeta groaned as Bulma clung to the Saiyan's shoulders and parted her legs to welcome him. They both were completely aware of Goku's intentions as soon as he fumbled with her night-robe. Vegeta finally moved and it took a moment for the woman to realize he had sat behind her, resting his back on the headboard and opening his legs, letting her rest her head on his lap. She shifted comfortably and looked up to face the Saiyan, lifting her arms and silently asking him to finish Goku's task. Vegeta smirked and reached for Goku's spikes, roughly pulling him away from Bulma's neck where his face was currently buried in. The man whined in protest but smiled as he watched his prince slowly pulling the silky fabric along Bulma's slim body until she was completely naked. The piece of cloth was carelessly tossed onto the floor.

"No panties again?" Vegeta asked when she parted her legs and hooked one of them in Goku's waist, pulling him closer again. She only snickered in response. "I think she wants you to lick her pussy, Kakarot."

"Do you think so?" Goku's eyes roamed over her body and Bulma smirked when his look settled between her legs.

She didn't even try to deny it. On the contrary, she reached between her legs to open and expose herself to Goku's lustful eyes. The Saiyan licked his swollen lips as his eyes devoured Bulma, already so wet even though they hadn't touched her yet—she was all pink and swollen and Goku's mouth watered at the sight. After a brief moment of silent appreciation he finally leaned down, shifting on the mattress until his head was buried into her groin. His hot breath tickled her skin and she retracted her hand to give him space to work on her—something that Goku had become very good at after taking some lessons from Vegeta. She laughed to herself at the thought. But the laugh died when Goku's soft tongue pressed against wet skin, gently running across her.

Heavy hands fisted into his hair and Goku smiled when Vegeta gently pressed him down, encouraging him to keep going as Bulma's soft moans filled their ears. Goku didn't need any further encouragement and plunged his tongue into her, moaning when her wetness immediately soaked his mouth and chin.

"Is he good at it?" Vegeta sniggered and Bulma looked up at him again, biting her lips as she wantonly rolled her hips.

Goku smiled around her and reached down for his own pants, awkwardly finishing what Bulma had started. He slid the fabric of his pants down, freeing his ass and thighs until he could kick it down the rest of the way. He knew his ass was fully exposed to Vegeta's eyes now and he could almost feel his look burning his skin.

"Gods, Kakarot. I really want to eat your ass." He moaned when Goku rocked his hips in response, clearly trying to rub his dick against the mattress. "But you look gorgeous when you eat her out like that."

Goku skilled tongue flicked back and forth across her clit and Bulma graciously arched her back up off the bed. Both Saiyans knew she wouldn't last long—Vegeta couldn't blame her; Kakarot usually finished him off in a matter of minutes if he wanted too. And right now he seemed fully invested on making Bulma orgasm with his mouth.

Vegeta kept stroking Kakarot's spikes as his free hand flew to cover one of Bulma's breasts. Calloused fingers gently squeezed her before pinching at her nipple and it was enough to undo her. She cried out Goku's name as he devoured her and Vegeta relished the delicious sight before his eyes—Kakarot really enjoyed what he was doing. The proof was his smug smile when he finally pulled back, whipping her juices off his chin with the back of his hand. His eyes settled on Vegeta and the older Saiyan licked his lips. Goku promptly understood the plea behind the gesture and quickly crawled over Bulma's body until his face was inches away from Vegeta's—who grabbed his chin and crushed their lips together. Vegeta moaned at Bulma's taste on his mouth.

Bulma slip her eyes close and relished on the wet sound of her lovers's greedy kiss. Still lying on Vegeta's lap, she felt his hard cock pressing on the back of her head and laughed to herself. Her eyes roamed over the naked body hovering over her. Goku's body was flawless. She reached down and curled her fingers around his dripping cock—smiling when she heard him breaking the kiss to moan into Vegeta's mouth. Goku immediately bucked into her hands and Vegeta possessively assaulted his lips again, eagerly swallowing away his delicious moans.

Vegeta shifted uncomfortably under Bulma, his confined cock finally demanding some attention. Taking pity on him, the woman gently palmed Goku's chest to push him away until she earned room enough to roll onto her stomach. She faced the tent bulging between Vegeta's legs and teasingly played with his waistband until he wantonly bucked his hips up into her hand. She easily pushed his pants down, his rock hard cock accidentally bumping into her parted lips as soon as it was freed. She laughed and grabbed at its base to steady it and gently flicked her tongue across his leaking slit.

Aware of Goku's eyes watching their every move, she bucked her hips back in a silent offer—which Goku promptly accepted. He crawled her body again, using his knees to nudge her legs open and pressed his hips to her plump ass. She moaned around Vegeta's dick when the other man's shaft slid easily between her cheeks. Goku's cock quickly found her wet entrance and he pressed forward into her tight body.

"Fuck." Vegeta drew in a sharp breath, taking in the sight of Goku slipping into her until his hips met her backside.

"Yeah, fuck." Goku snickered and looked up to the other Saiyan as he gently started to rock his hips. He delved smoothly into Bulma's wet heat—but his eyes devoured Vegeta as Bulma finally swallowed his cock whole. Goku propped his hands on the mattress to keep his balance, each one at one side of Bulma's body and leaned forward to press his lips to Vegeta's.

They gradually fell into a rhythm, Goku thrusting into her with crescent urgency as she eagerly bobbed up and down Vegeta's hard flesh. Their bodies fit perfectly, moving in synch as they pleased one another.

"She feels so good." Goku breathed against Vegeta's mouth, lapping his tongue at his lower lip and pressing hard kisses along his strong jawline. The prince cocked his head back as Goku worked on his exposed throat, open-mouthed kisses leaving a patch of saliva along his skin.

They panted and devoured each other's mouths between the moans spilling out from their lips. Bulma slurped around Vegeta's spongy head and sucked hard—Vegeta thrusted into her mouth one last time and stars popped before his eyes as he exploded on her mouth, thick cum pouring down her throat until he was utterly spent. Goku's wide eyes watched closely as the prince worked through his orgasm, whimpering as wave after wave of pleasure shot through his system. Kakarot quickly followed him when Bulma clamped down on his cock and he came with a strangled cry, immediately collapsing on top of her.

Soft pants filled the air as they came down from their orgasm induced high, neither of them willing to move. Goku was the first to recover and gently withdrew Bulma's slick body and she moaned as his fluids leaked out of her. He fell to her side and stared at the ceiling with a content smirk tugging at his lips. Bulma rolled onto her back again and rested her head on Vegeta's lap, sighing when strong fingers combed her messy blue spikes of hair. She turned her head to face the Saiyan spread on the mattress beside her.

"Will sex still be this good after the baby is born?"

Both Saiyans laughed. "I'm not sure." Vegeta's voice was still hoarse but undeniably satisfied.

"So we better enjoy while we can." Goku finished for him and reached out for Bulma's lips, kissing her softly. He shifted closer until his head also rested on Vegeta's lap and the prince willingly spread his legs to welcome his lovers—his hand rushing into Goku's disheveled spikes too.

They lay on a mess of limbs, each one lost on their own thoughts. Goku predictably fell asleep within blanket remained on the floor for the rest of the night, completely forgotten as the three of them drifted off into a peaceful and restful sleep—a luxury they probably wouldn't have over the coming months.

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The first beams of sunlight shot through a small crack in the curtains, casting flickers of light on the walls and ceiling. Vegeta had waken up at the crack of dawn and, unable to fall back asleep again, had been staring at the patches of light that have slowly crept their way across the room. Although his eyes were glued to the ceiling, they had a faraway look as his mind wandered back to last night's events. A low grunt interrupted his thoughts and he turned his head to face the two limp bodies resting beside him. Kakarot had his arm protectively wrapped around Bulma's waist. She seemed totally relaxed in his arms, her head resting on the man's shoulder and the rush of air from his breathing rustling her blue hair. Vegeta wasn't one to cuddle, he had made it very clear since the beginning—and although both Bulma and Kakarot were emotionally independent people, they usually got all tangled in each other during their sleep. They shifted to a more comfortable position, the mattress tilting under their weight and accidentally drawing the prince closer. Goku turned his head towards his prince's direction and Vegeta would have chuckled if not for the pang of guilt squeezing his chest—an earth-born feeling that made his very skin crawl. The thoughts that had kept him awake all morning lay on the sleeping figure he shared his bed with.

Kakarot had been a father before. Although not the most dedicated one, he still had enjoyed great part of the perks of parenthood—whatever they were— and had the chance to see his children growing up. The prince knew that wasn't entirely true, since the clown had spent most of his youngest son's childhood in the otherworld. Still, he had been a devoted father, who one way or another, had always been there for his sons. Vegeta, on the other hand, had spent his entire son's life absent, ironically too busy thinking about Kakarot to care about anything else. Wasn't it fair then, that the baby Bulma was carrying should be his?

Again, the same guilt he had been feeling since that thought sneaked into his mind washed over him. Vegeta wasn't a jealous person, neither were Goku and Bulma, and that was perhaps the main reason why their arrangement worked so well. So why, for the love of God, was he feeling that way? Why the idea of Goku and Bulma having a child bothered him so much if until recently he didn't care even about his living son?

"This is ridiculous." He pulled his hands through spikes of hair and closed his eyes again.

His exasperation reach the peak when he realized that if the kid was his, he wouldn't think about them like that—no matter who the biological father was, Vegeta would genuinely see them as Kakarot's child anyway. So why even bother? Since when had he started to feel such human emotions? How on earth could they even handle such a wide range of feelings without exploding?

He threw his legs over the side of the bed and turned his back on his sleeping lovers. With a last sigh of resignation he stood and strode his way to the bathroom. Maybe he would feel better after his daily morning training.