A/N:

Yay! Just to let you all know, I've been really excited about posting this chapter since I wrote it. I hope those who have read this like it as much as the first.

Also, there is a major time skip in between every chapter; the time skip usually covering one, two, or three month. Just so everyone knows...

I would love to write more, but then, I'm lazy. I'm still not done with chapter three and I was working on that when I posted chapter 1. That and I would have to put more time into research and bother my mom with more interesting questions that inspire long conversations that keep me from writing longer.

Oh, and I forgot this last time-

Disclaimer: I do not own any of Saiyuki or its fabulous characters. I love Saiyuki: the Anime/Manga based on gay innuendos (they just can't help themselves) and only wish to entertain my ever eager and curious imagination.

"This is not fucking fair."

"Sorry Goku. You're not allowed to risk it," Hakkai apologized as he fired a chi blast at a charging demon.

"But I can take out these weak guys easy." Goku was sitting cross-legged in the back seat of the jeep watching Sanzo, Hakkai, and Gojyo annihilate a pathetic horde of demons foolish enough to ambush them. Fighting demons was almost like a form of exercise to Goku and it was typically fun, but everyone except for him had been in agreement that he was better off sitting out fights for a while.

"You've got the gall to complain when we're doing all the fucking work, you brat," Gojyo yelled over his shoulder as he cut down another demon. Gojyo didn't want to admit that it wasn't nearly as easy without the monkey helping.

"Piss off water sprite!"

They'd been on the road for a while now since it was revealed what was up with Goku. It wasn't long until realization of it really sunk in for everyone. Now Goku was forced to sit in the fucking jeep anytime anything cool happened.

He crossed his arms over his chest, grumbling about how he could kill most of these guys easy if they would just let him out. Goku suddenly noticed a demonic presence behind him. It was trying to sneak up on him. 'Perfect! They can't yell at me for defending myself.'

Goku waited until the demon was closer, close enough that he could hit him without leaving the jeep. The demon raised his arms high above his head, wailing an ugly battle cry; Goku spun around with his demonic reflexes, Nyoi Bo already in hand. He swung, but before his staff could make contact the demon was already disintegrating and the sound of gunfire was ringing in the air. Standing several yards from the jeep was Sanzo, who was looking really pissed.

With the demons vanquished, everyone came back to the jeep and before Goku could defend himself, Sanzo beat him over the head with his fan. "What game do you think you're playing, Monkey?" Sanzo yelled.

"Owwww! Sanzo that really hurts. You shouldn't be hitting me if I not allowed to fight demons."

"Why you cheeky little—" Sanzo raised his fan to hit him again, but Hakkai grabbed his wrist. Sanzo was caught off guard and turned on Hakkai. "What the Hell Hakkai?"

"Goku's right Sanzo."

"What?!" Sanzo hissed. He looked back at Goku who was still rubbing the back of his head, as stunned as Sanzo was by Hakkai stepping it. Sanzo's eyes darted from Goku to Hakkai and back. He exhaled deeply and climbed into the jeep, his back to everyone. "Forget it. I won't hit him again."

Goku and Gojyo were shocked that that had worked. "Wow, Monkey. Gettin' all the special treatments, aren't we."

THWACK!

"Owch, that the Hell, Baldy! What was that for?" Gojyo swore.

"I said I wouldn't hit the monkey. You're still fair game," Sanzo sneered.

The ride had gotten awkwardly silent. Goku was watching the back of Sanzo's head. He hadn't expected Sanzo to just agree to it. Sanzo had been punishing him with the harissen ever since they'd known each other. Goku had suspected for a long time now that Sanzo might have even gotten some kind of satisfaction from beating him with it. It wasn't like he wasn't relieved by the thought that he didn't have to worry about it anymore, but it seemed like a hollow triumph. Goku's stomach started growling. He leaned over the back of Hakkai's seat. "Hakkai, how much longer until we get to the next town?"

"Haha, just a little longer, Goku."

"I hope so. I'm hungry."

"You're always hungry," Gojyo said as he flicked the butt of his cigarette out of the jeep.

"Yeah, but I'm even more hungry than usual. I want something to eat. Hakkai is there something in the back I can get." He really was hungry.

"Just give it a rest, you damn monkey," Gojyo leaned his head over the back of the seat, too tired to fight.

"Monkey?" Goku grumbled. "What the Hell!" Goku shouted. Gojyo looked back at Goku. Goku's shoulders were shaking.

"You okay, monkey?" Gojyo asked, sitting up completely. Suddenly strong fingers wrapped around Gojyo's throat.

"You God Damn Mother Fucking Water Sprite! When the Hell are you going to learn that my name's not Monkey. I'm not a primate! It's Goku! GOKU!" he screamed.

"I-I got it. Goku. L-let go, I can't b-breathe," Gojyo said gasping for air. The Not-a-Monkey was strangling him with all his strength, pressing his thumb against Gojyo's low Adam's apple. Goku's golden eyes were aflame with hatred that Gojyo had never seen. He was really trying to kill him.

And then Goku's fingers went slack and he retreated, his head hung low. Gojyo coughed and hacked as air rushed back into his lungs. He rubbed his neck where bruises were already starting to form. Gojyo looked back at Goku ready to beat the shit out of him whether he was pregnant or not, but Goku looked up at him with huge gold teary eyes that had a beaten look to them and tears spilling over the edges.

"You hate me, don't you Gojyo. T-that's why you always c-call me names and st-steal my food. You know I love food, don't you?" Goku had balled his hands into fists and was wiping tears away, his teenage form suddenly looking a whole lot smaller and frailer. "I mean I thought were friends. We're all friends, right?"

Goku's shoulders started to shake again, but this time with a different rhythm, slow and hard. His mood was changing again, and even though his cheeks were still tear stained, he'd started to laugh like he thought something was seriously funny. "Your face is funny," Goku said pointing at Gojyo. "All you're faces look funny," he snickered, wrapping his arms around his sides.

Goku hadn't noticed Hakkai'd jerk the jeep over to the side of the road shortly after he'd started strangling Gojyo. He and Sanzo were turned around in their seats, gaping at Goku. Goku was too busy laughing himself into a stupor.

"What the Hell is this?" Gojyo gasped, still rubbing his neck and staring at the Monkey.

"I-I think it's mood swings," Hakkai admitted gravely.

"Mood swings? The Fucker tried to kill me!"

"Yeah, and you should have seen your face then too," Goku giggled.

"I think I'd rather face the Sage then go another round of this," Gojyo said shoving the giggly Goku that was rolling all over the back seat back into the corner. "Sanzo, Control your Animal!"

Sanzo was still staring at Goku. He'd seen the monkey do plenty of crazy shit over the years. He'd seen all sides of Goku, a few that he would make sure nobody else ever saw: bad and good. But Goku's performance just now was far from anything comprehensible. For a moment, a thought flashed through his mind that he actually might not be able to control his monkey.

It was still kind of early to get rooms, but Goku emotions had been so flippant over the last hour that they—as a group-decided to leave him at the room under the pretense that he was probably really tired and they needed more rations.

"And all three of you are going shopping?" Goku asked. He stood in the center of the room, looking back at the three of them in the doorway. Sanzo never did the shopping. Why the Hell was he eager to help Hakkai and Gojyo out?

"I'm out of cigarettes." Sanzo was aware that Goku was singling him out with that statement. Sanzo was amused that the idiot was so perceptive.

"Just stay here and relax, Goku. The owner's going to bring food up while we're gone." Hakkai was smiling, but that didn't change the fact that Goku knew he was getting ditched. Again. Goku wondered if they still thought they were being so sly. He could tell when he was being tricked. Food only worked as bait for the first five times. Now it was just a consolation for being left behind while they did whatever; went to bars, play billiards, went shopping, fought demons, all the fun. "Here, we'll leave Hakuryuu with you." Hakkai nudged the dragon on his shoulder who kyuu'ed reluctantly, and flew across the room and perched himself on Goku's shoulder. Goku could tell that Hakuryuu didn't want to be left behind as much as he did.

They all left, letting the room door close behind them. Goku watched the door for a few minutes after they left. There was nothing else to do but wait until the food came. Goku sat on his bed, across from Sanzo's, resting his jaw in his palms. Hakuryuu rubbed the back of his head against Goku cheek and Goku weakly cracked a smile.

He raced to the door when the owner knocked on it and announcing himself. The owner was a tall thin man with a young face and a warm expression. "Where are your friends?" he smiled kindly at Goku.

"I don't care," Goku grumbled. He did care, but he didn't feel like admitting he didn't know where they were.

"Well they better hurry back, or their food will get cold," the owner said placing the food on a table under the window.

"Oh, don't worry about that. This is for me." Goku smiled politely back.

"What? Really? But there is so much?" the owner said uneasily.

Goku felt something weird come over him. He turned on the owner. "You got a problem with that?" he said his eyes set, an eyebrow raised accusingly.

The owner felt a dark aura and stepped back. "Uh, no sir. I'm sorry if I offend." Goku abruptly shook his and stared back at the owner. He couldn't understand what came over him.

"No, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that," Goku didn't know how he could snap like that at the innocent guy.

The owner smiled understandably. "It's okay sir. I understand, from what your friend told me, you and your party have been on the road for some time. It's only natural to be a bit unsettled," the owner started for the door, and turned around when he placed his hand on the knob. "Well, I hope you enjoy your meal, and may I suggest a bath afterwards? I can fill our bath for you while you eat."

Goku smiled bashfully. "That would be really nice. Thank you." The owner nodded and left.

With the door shut, Hakuryuu flew out from under the bed and settled himself on the back of a chair facing the spread on the table.

"Kyuu!" he mewed as he started eating.

"Hey!" Goku smirked. "Don't start without me!"

Goku helped himself shamelessly to the food and devoured it with some help from the petite dragon. He was kind of alarmed to admit to himself that he really was more hungry than usual. The idea itself scared him. Everyone thought it was a joke or that he was just being annoying when he said he was hungry, but he only complained because he really was. But now he was getting hungry faster and what portions had been satisfying before were now barely cutting it. It was worrying him, but he didn't want to talk about it with Hakkai or Gojyo. Hakkai would hover over him more and Goku was tired of the kappa laughing at him.

Goku was used to being just as strong as Gojyo or Hakkai, their equal. And Sanzo had always been on his own level. But now he felt like everyone was treating him like a weakling and it was really pissing him off.

Goku grabbed the stuff out of his bag that he'd need for a bath. He got close enough to the door before he turned around and called Hakuryuu. The dragon perched himself on Goku's shoulder and wrapped his tail around Goku's other shoulder. Goku was sick of being ditched and didn't want leave Hakuryuu alone in the room.

In the bathroom, Goku put his stuff on the counter and took off his clothes. When he went to grab his stuff, he caught a glance of himself in the mirror. His eyes were drawn to the part of him that wasn't visible under the loose material of his clothes, but looked awkward now that he was standing naked in front of himself. His flat, almost concave stomach was now slightly distended and just the thought of it upset him. He'd wanted to ignore the fact that it was true, that they were right. He didn't like that he was being treated differently or that he was still getting sick sometimes or that he was even hungrier than usual. And he didn't like it, whatever it was, the weird growth that was growing inside of him. It was pissing him off the most.

He hurried and rinsed himself off before getting into the bath. He slid deep into the tub, his nose hovering over the surface of the water. Hakuryuu swooped in and joined him, curling up comfortably top Goku's damp head. Goku brought his legs up close to his body. He also didn't like the way that his brain was working—more like malfunctioning. He didn't like how weird he was acting and how angry he was.

He didn't like the way Sanzo was acting either. He wasn't avoiding him, at least not like before, but he was still distant. He didn't touch Goku as much as he used to. There were no occasional ruffles of his hair and when they were alone in their room, Sanzo would just say good night and climb into bed. Goku felt almost like they had gone back to the time before when he was just Sanzo's charge, his pet. Almost. Like Goku could forget about the It inside of him. He grumbled under the water and the surface bubbled under his nose.

After buying his cigarettes, Sanzo didn't see further reason to continue shopping with those two idiots. He bought himself a newspaper and found a place to read it. Half an hour later he looked up as Gojyo sauntered over carry all the purchases he and Hakkai had made. He joined the monk, leaning up against the wall outside a storefront.

Sanzo started folding up his paper and tucked into his sleeve. He pulled out a new pack and a lighter. "Where's Hakkai?"

"Don't know. He left me at the stall with the card and said he'd be right back." Gojyo fished his smokes out of his pocket. Sanzo lit the end of his cigarette and then wordlessly handed the lighter to Gojyo. Gojyo lit his and handed the lighter and the gold card back to the monk. Hakkai walked up around the time that both of them had finished their cigarettes.

"Sorry I took so long. I needed to get something. Shall we head back?"

Sanzo noticed how Hakkai had effortlessly avoided saying what had kept him, but didn't say anything. "Shit, I guess we have to."

Hakkai chuckled. He picked up one of the bag that Gojyo had set on the ground and the three of them started back, Sanzo's hands, of course, empty.

"So 'Kai, where did you run off to?" Gojyo nudged him.

"I just saw a book store. There's a book I've been meaning to get."

"You know when you're vague like that it only makes me want to know more," Gojyo smiled mischievously.

"Will you ass holes stop flirting in front of me!" Sanzo growled.

"Oh, I forgot that his Holiness hasn't touched the monkey in months. What's wrong priesty, feeling lonely?"

Sanzo instinctively reached for his gun, but stopped. It was irritating as Hell that the kappa was right. "I'm going to pump your head full of lead the next time you open that fucking mouth of yours." He grabbed his cigarettes instead.

He put one in his mouth, but paused before he lit it. "You got a problem Hakkai?"

"Oh, no. I was just thinking," Hakkai smiled, still watching Sanzo closely. "I think I read somewhere that nicotine is bad during pregnancy."

"So, why the Hell does it matter. Goku's doesn't smoke," Sanzo said around the cigarette between his lips. He lit the end and inhaled.

"True, but there's still second hand smoke, right?"

"Get to the point Hakkai!"

Gojyo snickered and Sanzo turned the gun on him. "Hey, I didn't say anything!"

"You just did," Sanzo sneered, cocking the hammer of the gun.

"Sanzo."

Sanzo looked back at Hakkai. "What!"

"I was suggesting that you cut back on smoking, at least when you are around Goku."

Sanzo froze for a second, his eye growing dark with anger. "Like Hell I am." First he wasn't allowed to hit the monkey and now this. Shit.

"Hey guys!" Goku greeted them as they came back.

After the bath Goku had hung around in the room for a while until his stomach started growling. He went down stairs and asked the owner when they would be serving dinner. The owner laughed good naturedly and told Goku they would be serving dinner shortly. Goku had asked if there was anything he could do to help. He'd felt lazy sitting around and wanted to do something purposeful. The owner smiled and told Goku that if he wanted, he could put silverware on the tables in the dining hall. And that had been what Goku had been doing up until everyone was back.

Sanzo watched Goku finish his 'little job' whilst Hakkai and Gojyo had dropped the supplies off in their room. He seemed to be doing better.

They all sat around the table and after ordering, it was like the meal had slipped into their normal routine. Gojyo had been avoiding stirring anything up with Goku today, his neck still hurt from before. But since Goku seemed to be in such a good mood, he figured he'd mess with him a bit. Not in a mean way. Gojyo didn't think of himself as a bad guy, but he knew he was an asshole and he could live with that.

He reached over and snagged one of the monkey's pot stickers. Goku yelled at him, demanding it back. Gojyo held it out of his reach for a while and the monkey tried to grab for it. And just when Goku thought he had it, Gojyo popped the pot sticker into his mouth, chewed and swallowed triumphantly.

"You shitty water sprite. That was my pot sticker! You're so ordering me another one!" Goku said with the standard amount of irritation in his voice. A good sign to Gojyo that the monkey was somewhat back to being himself. A smile split his face and he laughed. He was worried about the monkey just like everyone else was.

Goku tried to protect his food and again, Gojyo snatched another. Goku grumbled, but he was just the tiny bit happy that things were normal. Even the monkey could feel the minor stiffness in the air; everyone was so aware of him, like they were just waiting for something to happen.

Goku looked across from him. Sanzo was eating his food quietly, slightly slouched over his plate with his eyebrows drawn together and frowning like the food tasted bad; he usually looked like that when he was eating whether the food was bad or not. Hakkai, sitting next him, was sitting back straight in his chair with elbows off the table, eating properly, harmlessly laughing every once in awhile at Gojyo and Goku. Gojyo, next to Goku, seemed to be enjoying the taste of stolen pot stickers better than the taste of his own food.

Something caught Goku's eye. There was a ring of purple bruises around Gojyo's next. Goku reached up and pulled back the collar of Gojyo's jacket. Gojyo flinched and slapped Goku's hand away.

"Gojyo, what happened to your neck?"

Gojyo stared a Goku like he was out of his fucking mind. The monkey had tried to kill him earlier and he couldn't remember it? The feeling inside Gojyo was different from when he got hurt trying to reel Goku back in after he'd lose his limiter. Goku had been conscious of what he was doing, and what, conveniently forgotten?

"You tried to strangle me earlier, you little shit. What, it already slip your memory?" he said spitefully. Goku had remembered something like that, but he hadn't thought… He didn't mean to… He'd never tried to hurt Gojyo like that. He'd remembered getting mad earlier, at least vaguely, and grabbing Gojyo, but…

"I'm sorry Gojyo." He didn't know what else to say. He could feel Sanzo and Hakkai watching him again. It made him feel rigid in his chair.

Gojyo sighed. He reached out and ruffled Goku's hair. He'd had enough time to get over it. "Just forget about it."

Goku didn't feel like it was something he could just 'forget about'. The bruises weren't just going to go away on their own (At least not without Hakkai's help). This was just another thing that was all the fault of the It inside him. Goku's stomach growled again and he felt a blameless anger growing inside his chest.

'No one had done anything,' he tried to tell himself. If anything he should be angry at the thing inside him. It was all Its fault.

Goku started eating. As long as his mouth was full he wouldn't say anything he would regret. Gojyo didn't try and take anything again, but he did sit back and watch the show. The monkey was shoveling so much food into his mouth; it looked like he might choke on some of it. They were all used to Goku eating a lot, but this behavior was a little strange even for Goku.

"Hey, slow down there, Monkey. You keep eating like that and you'll get fat."

Goku stopped; chopsticks caught halfway between his plate and his mouth. He dropped the chopsticks and stood up. He started for the stairs.

"Wait. Hey Monkey, it was a joke," Gojyo said reaching out to drag the monkey back. Goku shoved Gojyo's hand away.

"Don't touch me," He yelled. He was snapping at them again. He needed to get away. He ran from the room.

"What the Hel—!" SMACK! "Ouch, Fuck!" Gojyo turned on Sanzo who looked like he hadn't moved from his seat.

Sanzo ate two or three more deliberate bites without making a move like he had any intention of going after him. But after the fourth, he put his fork down and stood up. "Food tastes like crap. I'm full," and left to follow after his monkey.

When he got to the room Goku was sitting on the bed with his back to the door. His silhouette was slumped over, his hands near his face and even though Sanzo couldn't hear what the monkey was muttering, he knew that what was on Goku's mind was making him suffer.

"What the Hell is wrong this time, Monkey?"

Goku flinched and fell silent. Sanzo's normal approach wasn't going to work. He wasn't good at comforting the monkey. It had never been easy. When needed, Hakkai usually took care of it. Sanzo crossed the room, his robes rustling. He reached out a hand to touch him. "Goku?"

Goku pulled away from under Sanzo's fingers. The action hurt Sanzo. He hadn't been touching Goku recently out of guilt. It seemed pointless that he had restrained himself now if the brat was going to pull him away from.

"Fine then, I won't touch you." Sanzo left.

Goku was frozen. Sanzo was gone… but that wasn't what Goku wanted either. He didn't know what he wanted. His shoulders were shivering, what he was scared of was yelling at Sanzo, of trying to hurt him like the kappa. He didn't want to make Sanzo mad at him, make Sanzo leave. He felt like such an idiot.

He rolled onto his side. There was nothing he could do right now. He wasn't feeling like he was in control of himself anymore. He kind of laughed, wasn't that what he thought having a baby was supposed to feel like. Stupid. Stupid. A baby, huh?

Then Goku felt something. It was soft, like the feeling of holding a fish in the space between your hands in the water; that kind of strong pulse. Goku sat up. He felt it again. It was weird. Weird, but it wasn't an unpleasant feeling. The feeling was coming from low in his abdomen. He looked down his front, at distended flesh under his t-shirt. He could feel it. It was kind of creepy he decided at first. It was moving at its own will, but it was still in him. Goku wondered why it was moving so much right now. He even admitted that it almost felt like a ticklish sensation. He tentatively held his hand over it. As he brought his hand closer, he felt it move again and pulled his hand back. But a moment later, he tried again. He managed to place his hand over the surface of his stomach and then he felt it kick. He smiled, like it was playing. It was moving.

Gojyo and Hakkai went back up to their shared room and found Sanzo there smoking his cigarette irritably. Gojyo didn't saying anything. Sanzo was in one of his moods and he didn't want to get shot at again. He nudged Hakkai. Hakkai was the only one that could ever talk normally with the trigger happy priest. "I think I'm going to get some beers."

Hakkai walked towards Sanzo, but started taking out the supplies instead and putting them in the storage bags. After a while he asked, "Why'd you come here?" Sanzo didn't answer and Hakkai expected as much. "Goku probably really needs you right—"

"He didn't act like it. Why don't you go fucking talk to him?"

"Because right now Goku doesn't need me." Hakkai's voice was calm and observant. "He sees me as the one that going to come in and try to talk him through this. He's already aware right now of any advice I can give him." Hakkai sighed. "He pushed you away, right? He's probably worried that he'll hurt you like what happened with Gojyo. The person that he's scared of being hated by the most is you. And you trying to act like it's all your fault that this is happening isn't like you either."

Hakkai was right. Sanzo grumbled a response.

"You're the one person that he wants to be close to right now and you have to reach out to him even if he pushes you away. That's the only thing that will help you two right now," Hakkai paused for a moment. "Well, that or…"

When Hakkai didn't finish, Sanzo looked up at him. "Or what?"

Hakkai opened his mouth like he was about to say something, but the room door opened and Gojyo came in holding a six pack. "I'm back."

"Great," Hakkai held up his hands as Gojyo tossed him a beer. He turned back to Sanzo and smiled. "I'm sure it's something you'll understand soon enough."

"Hey Sanzo, want a beer?"

Sanzo scowled at Hakkai for a moment longer. "Just give me one," he said holding his hand out.

Sanzo stayed long enough to finish one drink then left muttering something about being tired. The moment the door was closed, Gojyo turned to Hakkai. "So, what did the monk want?"

Hakkai took another sip of his beer and smiled saying, "Sorry, but I'm afraid that's has to remain confidential."

Gojyo gave a low deep throated growl with a playful smirk across his lips. "You know when you're vague like, that only make me want to know more…"

"Yeah."

Sanzo walked back to their room. He just needed to get his toiletries and then he was going to go take a shower. He wasn't going to stay long. He might see the monkey. He might see if the monkey was still in the same state he left him, but that was it. He didn't want to try again so soon.

He opened the door, but instead of going straight for his bag, his eyes were drawn to Goku. Goku, who was lying on his bed face up with the remaining light of the day falling across him. Sanzo could see the rise and fall of Goku's chest, his lips slightly parted as air moved between them. He wasn't sleeping, but he seemed to be really calm. Even the expression on his face was tranquil and peaceful.

Goku looked up, saw Sanzo and sat up. "Sanzo." Goku paused, he didn't know what to say first. He needed to apologize at least. He wanted Sanzo to touch him. He wanted Sanzo to do more than touch him. Then also he wanted to tell Sanzo about what had just happened. He started to swing his legs off the bed, but as he started Sanzo moved across the room. He reached out and held Goku's face in his hands and kissed him, kissed him with everything that he had been holding back for the last five or six months. Goku was startled, but it only took him a moment to catch on and he parted his lips and kissed Sanzo back just as hungrily as he was being kissed.

It felt like an eternity that their tongues explored each other's mouths, reacquainting themselves after their long separation. When they finally parted, their lips were red and swollen, a strand of saliva linking the pair of them. Everything, all the words that Goku had wanted to say, gone. His mind was blank. Sanzo violet eyes were dark when he met Goku's.

"I lied."

"Huh?" Goku's empty head tried to grasp what Sanzo meant.

"I lied. I can't not touch you. You don't get a choice." He kissed Goku again, this time pushing him down onto the bed. His lips left Goku's and started traveling down his jaw, descending his neck and traveling further over his collar bone. While one hand supported his weight as he hovered over Goku, his other reached for the bottom of his shirt to lift it over his head. As his hand slid over the surface of Goku's skin he felt a small throb and jerked his hand away.

"What the Hell?" He sat back and looked down at Goku lying below him dazed and flushed. He glanced at his hand and back to Goku.

Goku smiled up at him giddily and snickered. "Did you feel it too?"

Sanzo stared at Goku, his eyes widening with realization. "That was…"

Goku nodded. "It's kind of weird, isn't? I mean, it tickles sometimes, but they keep moving all on their own."

Sanzo thought about it for a moment before leaning over Goku again and kissing him deeply, placing his hand back over Goku's stomach, feeling the child move again. When they broke the kiss to breathe Sanzo moved to Goku's ear. "I wouldn't expect anything less of a baby monkey."

A/N:
Hello again! Chapter 3 will be up next week if there aren't any delays (Meaning I get my ass in gear and write it. I mean it! The things practically done it my head). I hope everyone liked it. If you have any comments please leave them for me. I'm so happy that everyone is reading it. Yay!