A/U, Rated PG

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Part 1

Wailing, a lusty cry.

What lungs! said Fasha as she rolled, still groggy, from her bed. She stretched and yawned, glancing at the luminescent clock embedded in the wall.

Well, fella, you're waking later and later every day. She smiled dreamily, pulling on her wrap, but letting it hang loose over her naked body. Shuffling into the next room, Fasha reached into the crib and hauled the squalling infant into her arms, drawing him to her breast. He lunged greedily for her nipple and sucked hard, his long silky tail instinctively wrapping itself around her arm and his waist.

she cried. You're a Saiyan all right. Nothing delicate about your eating habits. She cradled the boy as she glided carefully back to the bedroom and sat slowly on the bed. No sense in jouncing him too much. He's liable to bite her.

Movement on the bed behind her caused her to nearly slip from her perch on the edge.

Mmmm.. Fasha... Bardock rolled toward her and slipped his arm around her hips, raising the wrap and nestling his shaggy head in the small of her back. His long tail snaked toward her thigh, tickling.

She couldn't help laughing which bounced the baby causing him to lose his stranglehold on her breast. Not to be deterred in his quest for food, he shrieked once, rested his chubby hand on her breast and grabbed hold once again.

Fasha gritted her teeth. Only a couple more months —

Bardock kissed her soft, dimpled back and rolled over, flinging one arm over his face.

Does that kid ever stop crying? Or eating?

This kid' is your son. You might try acting like a father once in a while.

Bardock snorted.

Just like you once were. Have you forgotten? Since King Vejita recognized your growing abilities you've been hell to live with, Bardock. You need to remember your humble beginnings.

I'm the first in a thousand years to be...

...upgraded two levels, blah, blah, blah. They were both silent for a moment, the only sound in the room the soft sucking noises coming from the baby's mouth. Fasha smiled affectionately at the small form and hugged him just a little.

He always drains me dry, she whispered, tears forming at the corners of her eyes.

Bardock dropped his hand to the bed and gazed at his lover.

You've gone soft, Fasha, he said, but not with sarcasm. Must've been that hit on the head you took on Planet Meet.

You took an unusual hit yourself, Bardock, she said softly.

He nodded though he knew she couldn't see the movement. Luckily I've learned to control it. But sometimes... He hesitated. Fasha waited for him to continue knowing what a struggle it had been for him since that battle.

...sometimes I see things... and I can't... I don't know what to do.

She was quiet, barely daring to breathe. He was so fiercely private about that day, not willing to talk about it, not willing to share one detail with anyone. Not her. Not even Tora, his best friend. And sometimes, particularly during the night, he'd have visions that terrified him, dreams that caused him to wake up trembling and sweating. Those nights Fasha would soothe him and cradle him in her arms just like she was holding his son.

He didn't continue and Fasha sighed.

I am grateful to you, Fasha, taking over like this. Bardock raised up on one elbow and stroked her back lingering where her tail had once been. She caught her breath and he laughed low and soft.

The battle was over for me, anyway, she said. I was tired. I'm just grateful that they were able to get my milk started so we could save this little guy.

Bardock threw the sheets off and rolled to a sitting position beside her.

he said. But his tone was flat.

Fasha gazed at the suckling baby and a foreboding chill ran down her spine like icy fingers.