I stare silently at the ultrasound
Vegeta still doesn't know
I consider not telling him
Let him think it is his
But sadly he'd find out eventually
I wait until he's in a good mood
Calling him onto the bed
Placing his hands
On the sides of my gut
Watching the light in his eyes
I just couldn't tell him
With a reaction like that
But my somberness gave it away
He pulled my head down onto his chest
Quietly asking "who?"
I knew that telling was going to be hard
But never imagined it'd be like this
I just kept staring with apologetic eyes
Watching him slowly understand
Slamming his fists on the oak dresser
Reducing it to sawdust
I place my hands on his shoulders,
Begging him to settle
"I'm only two months in
And she's very strong and healthy"
Suddenly it all seemed to melt away
He turned to me with hopeful eyes
"she?"
He laid down silently on the bed
Trying to take it all in
And I snuggle up to him
Replacing his hand on my gut
Smiling sweetly, the best that I could
Whispering "nobody else has to know"
With a grunt and a kiss our marriage was saved
Everyone way to proud of us to pry
On the day of her birth
Son approached me and asked
But I refused to give a clear answer
15 years later on a warm summer day
I saw the most horrible thing
Goten and bra were undressed in the yard
Sucking on other's faces
Vegeta ran over and pulled them apart
Shuddering as he stormed off
Goten watched him go, asking if they should stop
But bra promised that it would be fine
That her father just didn't like him