- Okay guys! This is it! I will warn you now that this will be updated a bit slower until I finish A Dimensional Rift. I'm almost done with that fic, though, so after it's completed, I'll be able to speed up. Tell me what you guys think in the reviews and I hope you enjoy it!

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- Second word of warning – This WILL have Yoai in it, in the later chapters. Trunks and Kayle are mated now, and they are part of the main plot, so yeah. I will try and warn before it comes up so you can skip parts if need be. Just wanted to let you know ahead of time.

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-I do not own DBZ or anything associated with it, just the ideas behind the OC's-

Babies.

There were literally babies everywhere.

She stared around her in horror, watching as thousands of mini Goku clones ran at her, all of them screaming and crying. She ran from the room, opening the door to their bedroom, only to find more of them. She turned to run again, only to find her Goku standing before her, smiling happily.

"I think we should have a few more! Don't you?"

Screaming, she jerked herself awake.

She was sitting up in bed, her breath coming out in pants at that nightmare….

Hearing a snore, she looked over at her mate, who was sound asleep beside her, the same happy smile form her dream plastered on his face. Shuddering slightly, she threw the sheet off form her body, her bare feet padding across the hardwood floor to the bathroom. She flipped the light on, squinting at the brightness. Closing the door, she gazed into the floor length mirror that was attached to the back of it, looking at her reflection. She turned sideways, her eyes going to the small bump at her stomach.

She had been so surprised when she felt it the first time.

No, not surprised. It scared the living hell out of her.

She was at home, alone. Goku was out with Vegeta, giving her some time to herself. She loved him, but she needed her space, just like she told him he needed his own. If they were around each other constantly they fought like children, so that was her only solution.

She was curled up on the sofa, her nose in a book, when all of a sudden, she felt the tiniest flair of Ki. She looked up, wondering what it could have been, when she felt it once more, but stronger. It kept flaring and flaring, getting stronger each time and was about to drive her nuts, when she realized it was coming form her.

From her stomach.

Then she fainted. She wasn't proud of it, but she did. She woke up sprawled out on the couch, Goku frantically calling her name and gently patting her cheek.

She started crying, throwing herself into his arms when she woke up.

Of course, he didn't think it was that scary when she told him what happened.

He danced her around the living room, whooping and laughing. They were having a baby! It was amazing!

She pushed her fears aside, not wanting to ruin his happiness.

But it scared her.

What if their kid turned out like her? She didn't want to have to plot and plan like her father did to find her child a mate. She couldn't do that. But if it turned out like her, with her inability to control her power, she would have to. She didn't want the kid to hate her, but she knew her own feelings about how she felt like a piece of chattel being traded off.

And too, how the hell was she going to raise a kid when she couldn't even take care of herself? It had taken months for her to be able to take care of their house, even longer for her to grow up some. She was the last person that needed a tiny, helpless being that depended on her!

But she couldn't find it in herself to say any of this to Goku.

Every time he looked at her, his eyes were full of love. His hands would find their way to her stomach when he held her, his large palm rubbing soothing circles over her bump. He was already building it a crib, had started drawing up plans for an extra room, and was begging her to let him tell everyone.

But she kept holding him off. To her, telling everyone would make it final, somehow. It would become real then.

Her eyes scanned over her midsection, her hand coming up and smoothly gliding over the protrusion. It wasn't that she didn't want it; she really did. It just scared her because she felt that she wasn't ready for it.

Sighing deeply, she made way back to their bed, climbing in beside of her mate.

Her parents would be back tomorrow, so she would have to finally tell them. Her mother would never forgive her if she withheld the information any longer.

She knew they wouldn't feel it. Her father's soldiers had relied on scouters too long, never learning how to feel someone's power. Without one to aid them, she could hold the truth, and had been since she first found out.

But she knew it was killing Goku not to be able to tell anyone. The only reason Gohan didn't know was because Goku's Ki blanketed their baby's and her own. She had taken care not to go around anyone without Goku next to her, blocking their exposure. He didn't understand why she felt like that, but she couldn't explain it to him. She already felt childish trying to hide it from everyone. He didn't need to know her insecurities about being a mother.

Turning to face him in bed, a smile tugged at her lips as he lay on his back, snoring loudly. She snuggled in next to him, making him turn towards her, his arm wrapping around her and pulling her closer as she fell back to sleep.

Olave knocked on the heavy wood door, her foot tapping impatiently as she waited for her daughter to let her in.

She was beginning to wonder if they were gone, when Goku popped up behind her, scaring the daylights out of her. She squeaked, dropping her handbag.

With a sheepish grin, he stooped and handed it back to her, only to be smacked on the arm with it.

"Ow! I didn't mean to scare you, Olave! I didn't know you were even here!" he pouted, opening the door for her and letting her in.

Olave looked around the living room, her brow raising in approval at her daughter's domestic skills. They had been improving.

"Where's my daughter?" she asked, primly setting down on the sofa.

Goku chuckled, shaking his head. She made him think of a female Vegeta sometimes.

"She's here. Hang on and I'll get her."

He felt her Ki in the bathroom, making his way to her. As soon as he entered their bedroom, he heard her retching.

Going in and seeing her bent over the toilet, he began rubbing her back, pulling her long hair up away from her face, wishing he could do more for her.

"Mother in the living room?" she groaned, setting back on her legs and looking up at him. He let go of her hair, wetting a wash cloth and wiping the sweat form her brow gently.

"Yeah, she's looking for you," he grinned, making her groan.

"Are you telling her?"

She winced at the level of excitement in his voice, wishing he would just give her a bit longer.

"Y-yeah, I think so..." she muttered, getting up and washing her face in the sink. He grinned again, kissing her neck before he went out the door.

Grabbing her toothbrush, she cleaned the nasty taste out of her mouth, using the time to try and build up her courage.

Olave would be sickening. She knew she would. It would be a mad house before the day was over.

Rinsing slowly, she could almost feel her mother's annoyance grow and stifled a laugh. She wouldn't come and find her, though. When they had first moved in, Olave had shown up unannounced, walking straight in the door without knocking. When she didn't find them in the main rooms, she headed for their bedroom.

Thankfully, she didn't open the door, but heard enough to make her never come unannounced again. Totoma thought it was hilarious when she got back to the ship, glowing red from embarrassment. Galanga and Goku hadn't even know she had been there, but they were a little preoccupied at the time, so it wasn't until Totoma let it slip that they found out.

Goku was mortified, of course, and was unable to look at the woman for almost three months.

Galanga thought it was hilarious, just like her father.

Her mother was nosy and she felt like it was justifiable punishment for showing up uninvited and barging into their home.

So, now when she came over, she didn't try to snoop, but Galanga took the opportunity to drive the woman up the wall waiting for her to come out.

Finally done, with nothing more to hold her up, she made her way to their living room, feet dragging slowly. The closer she got, the more nervous she became.

Olave looked up when she came in, a smile going to her lips. She stood, pulling her daughter into a tight hug, kissing her temple.

"I was beginning to wonder if I was going to have to send a search party," she chuckled as they sat down, her hands going neatly to her lap. She rolled her eyes as Galanga flopped into her seat, leaning back against the cushions and throwing her feet up onto their low table, a smirk on her face.

She knew it tickled her daughter to do stuff like this in her own home. Olave withheld a snicker, not wanting her to know that it amused her greatly to see the lengths her only daughter would go to, to try and irritate her.

Goku came, backing out of the kitchen door, a tray of tea for them in his hands.

He sat it on the table in front of them, pushing Galanga's feet off of the table with a chuckle.

"Is there any more of that chicken left form last night?" he asked, looking hopeful, making the younger woman laugh.

"Yes, go ahead and finish it off." She told him, laughing as he dashed back into the kitchen, leaving them to talk.

"Galanga, I came over here to tell you something." Olave said, pulling her daughters attention back to her.

"Your father is retiring, dear. This was our last trip to the outposts." She said, smiling a little sadly. The man loved what he did, but they wanted to be closer to their children, and, well….

"Are you two going to settle here?" Galanga asked, looking hopeful. Her mother drove her crazy, but she wanted her parents close by. It would tear her apart if they decided to settle on one of the outposts her father loved so much.

Olave laughed, placing a hand on her cheek.

"Of course we are, silly girl! Do you think I would be able to stay away from you and your brothers? Of course not!" she chuckled. "And too, there's something else, another reason we want to settle here."

Galanga felt her curiosity peak, but kept silent, knowing her mother couldn't hold back long. She took one of the tea cups, taking a sip.

"You're going to be a sister again," Olave announced, grinning as her daughter choked on her drink. Galanga dropped the cup, her mind freezing up.

"WHAT?"

"Yes, dear. It's the main reason your father wants to retire. He – he regrets not being around when you three were growing up, what with having to take care of everyone on the ship…. We are both wanting to be closer to all of you and to give your new sibling a bit more of a normal life," she said, smiling.

"But….." Galanga began, still in shock.

She and her mother were pregnant together…

"Oh holy fuck…." Was the first thought that crossed her mind.

Olave rolled her eyes, taking her shock as disappointment.

"I thought you would be happy for us, Langa…" she sighed, looking hurt.

Galanga gasped, shaking her head.

"I am, Mother! It's just….. Well, we wanted to wait until Friday so that we could tell everyone, but well, I'm – I'm pregnant too…"

Olave stared in shock.

"Your – you mean you are going to –"she tried, but words failed her. Galanga snorted. Seeing her mother lost for words was a rare sight to behold.

"We're going to be pregnant at the same time?" she finally got out, making her daughter wince.

"Y-yes Mother….."

Olave squealed, grabbing her daughter in a tight hug.

"How far along are you?" she asked, her eyes alight with manic happiness when she let her go. "Mato said I was right at two months this morning!" she said, hoping that they were close.

Galanga sighed, knowing an argument would arise when she told.

"Almost four months."

As expected, Olave glared at her, her brow arching upwards.

"You mean that you have been pregnant this whole time and never told me? I've been to see you numerous times, Galanga! A simple, "Mother I'm pregnant!" would have sufficed!" she ranted. Galanga stood up from the sofa, her hands going to her stomach as she tried to calm herself down.

"I didn't want anyone to know yet, Mother…. I just – "

"You were just being selfish and vindictive as always!" Olave snapped, making her daughter turn and look at her in surprise as her tone. She stood, facing her, hands going to her hips as she prepared to go off.

"She and I both wanted to wait, Olave," came a growl form the kitchen doorway.

They turned to see a scowling Goku come into the room, his arm going around Galanga's waist when he was next to her. Olave glared at him as well, but he didn't care.

"She was nervous about telling everyone. I didn't push it because it's – well, it's her body that's carrying it, so she's the one that gets to decide when to tell people. I won't let you upset her though; she's not in the state to argue with you, so save it." he snapped, making his mother-in-law gape at him. She swallowed her angry words and nodded, knowing he was right.

It didn't help that she hormonal right now, either.

She sighed deeply, looking at her daughter with apologetic eyes.

"Don't worry, Mother." She said, shaking her head. "Believe me, I'm the same way right now…"

Olave nodded, "Yes, but I'm still sorry for what I said, dear. I had no right. Goku is correct; it is your child and it's your decision when you want to tell people… even its grandmother…" she added slyly, making the girl snort.

"You'll stoop to guilt, Mother? How droll!" she snickered, making the older woman laugh before pulling her in for a hug.

"Well, I guess we need to go and see Father as well…" Galanga said when they broke apart. She looked up at Goku, smiling softly.

"You can go ahead and tell everyone." She said, laughing at his excited face.

"Really?! Hang on! I'll be right back!" he exclaimed, raising his fingers to his head and disappearing out of the room.

Olave laughed as Galanga shook her head.

"I didn't think he would take it literally!"

He popped up in the middle of Gohan's dining room as he, Videl, and Pan were setting down for dinner, scaring all three of them.

"Dad?"

"Galanga's pregnant!" he said happily, before disappearing once more, leaving three very confused, but happy people behind.

He did the same thing at Krillin's, The Look Out, and Master Roshi's, leaving a trail of scared, happy confusion in his wake.

He pinpointed Goten lastly, popping over to where he felt his Ki.

"Goten! Langa's preg- AHH!"

He covered his eyes, face burning with embarrassment.

His son was in bed with Bulla, Vegeta and Bulma's youngest, both of them writhing beneath the covers, thankfully covered up.

They both screamed, throwing the covers over their heads.

"DAD!"

Goku held back a snicker, turning his back to them.

"Come by Bulma's later, Goten! We've got some news to tell you!" he said, before popping back to his and Galanga's home, leaving an extremely embarrassed and thoroughly confused pair of teens behind.

He popped back into their house, making his mother-in-law screech.

"GOKU!"

He snickered, dodging her handbag once again.

"Sorry!"

Willow came in from the hall, laughing.

"Goku, stop scaring Mother!" she said, setting down and pulling a pair of dirty sneakers on her feet. Olave glared down at the offending footwear, but held her tongue.

"Did you tell him?" her daughter asked, standing when she finished, straightening her jeans.

"Tell me what?"

"Mother's pregnant as well."

Goku looked at the older woman and grinned, grabbing her in a hug and swinging her around, making her squeak.

"That's great! You and Galanga will get to be pregnant together!" he exclaimed, setting her down. His comment seemed to have made up for him man-handling her, because she smiled up at him, her eyes misting over.

"I know! I can't wait to tell Totoma! And Lady Bulma!" she squealed, making her daughter roll her eyes.

"Someone kill me now…" Galanga muttered, making Goku smack her gently in the back of the head and glare at her.

Olave paid no mind, not even hearing her. She was so happy! Not only was she going to have another baby to love, but one of her other babies was going to be a mother!

"Do you want to go ahead and go to Bulma's, Mother?" Galanga asked, pulling her from her thoughts.

"Galanga, I wish that you would call her by her title!" she admonished, frowning at her. Galanga sighed, rubbing her temples.

"She told me not to, Mother. I told you this forever ago!" she snapped. Goku, took her hand, pulling her behind him to try and stop the argument before it started.

"How did you get her, Olave?" he asked, getting her attention, hoping to sidetrack her.

"I used one of those lovely little capsules Lady Bulma gave Totoma," she said, aiming a glare at her daughter at the use of the Princes' mate's title. Goku sighed, feeling a headache coming on. The two always drove him crazy.

"Well, I'll IT us over, alright?"

Olave nodded. He offered her his other arm, but she latched on to her daughter instead.

"You're not getting away from me! I want you to come with me to speak to Lady Bulma!" she said, her voice leaving no room for an argument. Galanga huffed but nodded, letting Goku know they were ready to leave.

He brought his fingers up to his head with a sigh, dreading for the first time what the two were going to be like with both of them hormonal and their love of arguing with one another.

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