Peggi: Yeah, hate me all you want.

Background: While hanging out with my little brother and my fiance, this idea was brought up, and although it didn't seem like a good idea at the time to post...I couldn't resist. Yeah, it's one those stories where you don't see the ending coming until it's there, and usually once it does come you're like WTF?!

Disclaimer: Dragonball Z and its characters do not belong to me. The only thing that belongs to me in here is the writing. I don't even own the idea. How sad is that?

Yamcha stared down at the results, the proof, yet it still didn't seem like much proof to him at all. How could this have happened?

"How could this have happened?!" he screamed his thoughts.

The question wasn't directed necessarily at how it actually happened, nor was it directed at the fact that he'd never planned on it happening; the question was, more or less, directed at how, with all the logic in the world, it was possible to happen.

In all of his wildest dreams could he ever guess that this would happen to him, and even in those wild dreams would he want this in his life. Part of the thrill to a relationship like this was the knowledge that things like this simply didn't happen.

"I don't know!" his partner screamed back in frustration.

"Okay, look, lets just keep this under wraps until we decide what to do, I mean, I don't need people talking, you know how they are it'll get all crazy around everyone they'll be like rubbing it in and all. I don't want that."

"Until-until we decide what to do?"

"Well, duh. I mean, if we decide not to keep it I don't want it to be this big thing with everyone cuz you know they'll never let us live it down!"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY DECIDE?! IT'S ALREADY BEEN DECIDED!"

Yamcha didn't seem too thrilled by the response he got, "look, you, it's part mine too so I get a say in what we do!"

"Yeah, but it's not your body! It should be my choice because I'm the one who has to carry it and what if I don't want to mess my body up like that?"

Yamcha's face became red with anger, "so you'd give up our child? Just like that? You don't even want to think about it?"

There was a long pause, both had time to stop and think about it and the silence simply became awkward. Yamcha knew that, really, it wasn't up to him and he wasn't the one who had the final say. It was true that the baby would be half his, but he didn't even know if he wanted to keep it. There were things that bothered him much more than the thought of possibly being a father sooner rather than later. More than the thought of someone trying to take away what he didn't even have a chance to think about first. More than the thought of being riddiculed for the rest of his life.

It even bothered him more than hearing Vegeta complain about becoming stronger than Goku. Yeah, it bothered him that much.

He had been holding back the question simply because it was one of those where he didn't actually expect a response but at this point, it was worth asking.

"How the hell did you get pregnant, anyway? Krillin, you're a guy."

Krillin: HOLY SH-

Peggi: KRILLIN! Language please.

Krillin: YOU MADE ME PREGNANT! HOW DOES THAT EVEN HAPPEN?!

Piccolo: Because she's a dumb wh-

Peggi: ARGH LANGUAGE!

Vegeta: She did it because as a fanfiction authoress, the law of fanfiction-ism states that she can. So deal with it.

Peggi: (.....)

Vegeta: What?! I'm just glad it wasn't me

Peggi: Whatever. Okay people, you know what time it is! Please click on the "review" box and ridicule/flame and/or review!

Krillin: I can tell you which of the 3 I'm going to be doing!

Piccolo: Shut up Krillin. Don't make her write you as having twins.

Peggi: (.....) Heh. (evil smirk)