Goten woke up with a violent urge to scream. Everything hurt. He hissed in pain and managed to get to his phone.
'Time.' He texted Trunks.
He rubbed his stomach and leaned against the headboard. It felt like his pelvis was getting crushed by the sure amount of pressure. He inhaled through his nose and moved off his bed. He had barely moved before he felt something like a 'pop' inside him.
Warm fluid rushed out of him. It offered a brief reprieve from the pressure but soon it started up again, even worse this time. He sucked his teeth and bit his tongue to keep from screaming as loud as humanly possible. He got himself out of the window just as Trunks' aircraft touched down. He helped his suffering boyfriend inside before taking off.
Goten's spine felt much better as he leaned into the soft chair beside Trunks. Trunks gave him his hand to squeeze. The boy felt cold fear meld into his ribs.
What the hell was he going to do? He spotted a cave off to the left and began to lower the craft. His knuckles turned white when another contraction hit Goten.
"Fuck, Goten," Trunks stopped the engine, "Can you walk?"
"I think so," Goten hissed in pain.
He staggered slowly to the cave. Trunks quickly wrapped an arm around his waist to support him.
"This is all my fault," Trunks mumbled.
"Trunks," Goten groaned, "I love you. We're in this mess together."
He laid several capsules onto the cave floor. He picked one up while Goten whined against the cave wall. He opened the capsule. He straightened the blow up mattress, the blanket, and pillow. Goten collapsed onto it. He began to take off his shirt.
"Get my pants," Goten said, panting, "I'm hot as fuck."
Trunks helped him out of his shoes and damp pants and undergarments. The younger saiyan wrapped the blanket around himself. He covered his face with his hand to try and block out his screams of pain.
"I want to push," He said hoarsely.
"I don't think it's time yet," Trunks wearily said.
Goten groaned again and slumped back into his bed.
"It's all gonna be okay," Trunks set up a small fire pie. He rubbed two sticks together and managed to get a small flame going. He soaked a small towel with water. He gently dapped the moist cloth on his heated face.
"God, I love you."
"Love you too."
Now, it was time to play the waiting game.
Chichi woke up with a gnawing feeling in her stomach.
Something was wrong.
She wandered to Goten's room and knocked. She longed to hear her son's deep snore. What met her ear was a deep eerie silence. She opened the door. The bed was empty. Chichi's stomach dropped. She entered further into the room. The cold night air was slithering in. The mother realized with a start that the window was open. She saw a rather large puddle in the middle of the room. Goosebumps raised on her arms.
"Goku!"
Goten cried into Trunks' shoulder, "I'm dying."
How did women do this? This was crazy! It felt like he was getting split open! He grabbed Trunks hand and squeezed it tightly. He'd been beaten within an inch of his life before, but that was cake compared to this.
Trunks winced, but he said nothing. The pain he was feeling was nothing. A bout thirty minutes went by and the situation didn't seem to change. Trunks wiped sweat from Goten's brow. The boy's eyes tightly closed and he hissed once more in pain.
"I can't fucking do this!" Goten screamed.
"Yes, you can! You're doing fine! Great even!" But Trunks didn't really know. He'd never birth or aided in given birth. How the hell was he supposed to do this by himself? Goten clutched his stomach. Trunks massaged Goten's temples as he continued to sob violently.
Bulma sat at the Son's kitchen table, eyes red from sleep. Vegeta stood, looking out the window.
"Where have you taken your mate, son?" Vegeta thought indignantly.
Chichi poured her makeshift search party each a cup of coffee. Videl pushed hers away.
"You think this might have something to do with Goten's 'stomachbug'?" Gohan asked Vegeta.
The Saiyan prince frowned, "The dumbass has taken his pregnant mate out into the forest with no experience whatsoever."
"Pregnant?!" Bulma and Chichi said in disgusted, shocked unison.
"Where are they?" Chichi growled, "I'll ground him later. Right now, my baby needs me! Vegeta you'll explain all this bull to us on the way! Bulma, we're taking your plane. Let's hope they had enough common sense to at least bring supplies."
Everyone in the room stood in stunned silence. Chichi threw her hands up in the air.
"Our grandchild is about to be born and you're all just standing around!? Come on people, move it! Move it! MOVE IT!"
Everyone scattered to obey Chichi for fear of her temper.
"Do you remember when we were little? We snuck into Marron's house and tried to see Eighteen change, but Krillin caught us?" He began to speak through his nose, "Boys, when you get older, you'll understand this is wrong, no matter how hot the babe is."
Goten laughed, but it ebbed into a groan of pain, "Fuck, it hurts to laugh."
"Sorry," Trunks lightly stroked Goten's fingers with his thumb. With his free hand, he stroked Goten's damp hair.
A year ago, they had sex. They had first said, 'I love you.' Now, Trunks was ruining his life. Once more, with force.
Even when in pain, Goten was still adorable. A bit like the angel statue's his mother used to decorate at Christmas. Why would an angel have to feel pain? Pain that he had caused. And still Goten bore him no resentment.
Suddenly, they heard the sound of a Capsule Corp air carrier cutting through the air. Around the same time, Goten felt the need to clamp down. He pushed with a loud groan.
"Goten, stop! You're gonna hurt the baby!"
But Trunks' cries were drowned out by Goten's instincts.
"Goten!" Chichi's tearful voice rang through the cave. She was immediately at his side.
"Goten," Trunks' own mother's voice dripped with authority, "Bend your knees. I need to see what's going on."
Bulma moved the blanket as Goten did as told.
"You're nine centimeters dialited," Bulma turned to her son, "Are you ready, daddy?"
Goten's screams vibrated off the walls and Chichi held his hand.
"It's all right baby, in and out, in and out, good," She soothed.
His face grew wetter with sweat and tears. He turned to his mother.
"I'm scared," He whimpered, "I'm so sorry."
"I know," Chichi smiled warmly, "It's okay, I love you, we all do. It'll all be over soon."
Bulma moved the blanket farther up to get a better view. Trunks saw his boyfriend's shiny round tummy.
"Alright, here we go," The bluenette was filled with determination.
"No! I can't do this!" Goten's face was blood red as he continued to pant.
"Yes, you can!" Chichi and Trunks said in unison.
They looked at each other. An unspoken agreement passed between them. Chichi understood their relationship now. Trunks moved up and kissed his lover's trembling lips.
"I lov-shit!" Goten grabbed his mother's petite hand. Trunks bit his lower lip. If he could trade places with him, he would.
"I see the head!" Bulma announced, "They've got a head full of hair!"
"Hear that Chibi?"
"Almost over, honey."
"Get it out of me!" He screamed, "I want it out!"
Rain made the roof of the cave sing. Goten cried in agony.
"So fucking tired," He panted.
It burned as his child moved through the birthing canal. Bulma attempted to guide the head out with bloodied hands. Goten fell back and cried out. His head was pounding and he had no more energy to spare.
"Goten, you can't stop now! You're halfway there!"
"I can't do it!" He sobbed.
Suddenly, he could feel the shoulders trying to come out. The burning only intensified and the pressure on his pelvis only made it worse. Goten looked up at the cave's ceiling and tears fell down his face. He was glad this was almost over, but god did he want it to end!
"One more good, hard push, hun," Bulma cooed, "You can do it!"
He mustered up what little courage he could. And he pushed.
Goku and Vegeta sat outside the cave, getting drenched in the cold rain. A baby's cry ran out and the two older saiyan's looked at each other. Goku's face was a dark green, worry shimmered like fresh tears in his eyes. The two males entered the cave.
Trunks was trying to soothe his sobbing son as Bulma helped Goten through the final stage of labor.
"It's a boy?" Vegeta asked.
"It's a boy," Trunks smiled.
Goten fell asleep as soon as possible. The child's family cut the cord and cleaned him up. He was wrapped in a warm blanket, fed with a bottle, and laid next to Goten.
"I just helped my son give birth," Chichi gapped.
Bulma laughed, "it's not gonna hit me till tomorrow. He's adorable. Looks just like Goten. You guys thought of names?"
"No, we were too busy planning," Trunks sighed.
"Planning for all the wrong things!" Chichi scolded, "Both Goten and the baby could've gotten seriously hurt! You should've come to us!"
"I realize that now. Hindsight is 20/20," Trunks sighed, "What now?"
"I want Goten to stay at Capsule Corp. with the baby for a few days. Just to make sure he's okay," Bulma looked at him, "You work, you get a house-"
"You marry my son!" Chichi interjected.
"And you raise the baby," Bulma said, "And it won't be easy. Especially since you're so young, but-"
"You can do it, Trunks," Gohan said, entering the cave, "Sorry I'm a bit late. Videl didn't want any spoilers…"
"Why does everyone want to interrupt me?" Bulma sighed, "But he's right. I believe in you, Trunks. And you have us for help."
That night, with the cool rain with its sweet smell, under a starry night sky, a new member of two families was welcomed into the world.
