Not In A Million Years

Chapter 21

Apparently the end of the first trimester of pregnancy calls for another ultrasonic examination. And apparently Kakarot and I didn't get the memo about that. And…. apparently…. If you miss one of the woman's memos you should be ready for shrieking and severe punishment by ranting.

Anyhow, around the time my and Kakarot's ears started bleeding – not literally or I would've been worried – and the woman demanded we "get our asses to the medical examination room this instant"…. well… you get the picture, it was insanity.

So while the woman – the woman we shall not give name to - paced the room muttering about scientific rubbish, Kakarot and I sat rather awkwardly – me on the freaky white table thing, him in a chair literally two inches away as if the woman might attack me – trying to avoid her wrath.

"Woman, it's no big deal, it's only been a month since…" I began once she started cursing about how I couldn't remember an appointment if it slapped me in the face.

"'No big deal?' 'No big deal?!'" she shouted. I winced; here we go…

"Do you even realize what could happen to you and the baby if something this unheard of goes unchecked for so long?" she demanded, pointing an irate finger at me…. and - I hate to admit – I cringed.

"No, woman, how could I?" I muttered sarcastically as I straightened, attempting to regain some of my dignity.

"You could both die!" she snapped, her blue eyes blazing.

I tried to stare her down defiantly for a few seconds, but then I realized she was right, and my shoulders slumped.

"'Sorry," I mumbled, removing my shirt obediently and keeping my gaze on the floor.

"What have you even been doing that you could forget?" she asked, some of the anger fading, "You haven't been here in a long time."

I shot a glance at Kakarot out of the corner of my eye.

Bulma blinked and followed my line of sight. She didn't even seem to have noticed the tall Saiyan was there.

"Goku?" she asked carefully, "What are you doing here? Aren't you… still mad at Vegeta?"

I watched his expression change slowly. He opened his mouth to reply; then let it close again. Then, as an answer, his hand moved to his shirt collar and he loosened it, enough for Bulma to clearly see the dark bite mark on his right shoulder.

Bulma's eyes widened and she turned to me, "He let you claim him?"

I nodded once; a little surprised she'd remembered what I'd told her about the marks.

Her eyes travelled to the matching scar on my left shoulder and lingered there for a moment. She almost looked sad.

Then she turned back to Kakarot, "Why? What changed?"

"I..." Kakarot began. It was easy to say it to me, I reasoned, because I already knew how he felt. It was harder to admit to the woman who had no idea.

"I realized… I love him." Kakarot finished, meeting Bulma's gaze challengingly, as if daring her to doubt his words.

Bulma was silent for a long moment; then she composed herself without saying a word and started setting up her equipment, keeping her eyes on her work. I knew that look; I'd seen it enough times when I lived with the woman. She was processing something complicated and wouldn't be ready to talk again until she'd simplified it in that mathematical way she had. But I doubted love could be cut down into an equation. It was a lot more complicated than that, even for her.

Kakarot shot me a long sideways look; apparently he knew what Bulma was doing when she got like this too. He'd known her a lot longer than I had, after all.

"So…." I said awkwardly to my mate, attempting to diffuse the tension that the woman was giving off in waves, "Any more name suggestions, Kakarot?"

"Um… no, I haven't really been thinking about it." he replied uncomfortably.

"Pity," I muttered, stealing a glance at the bustling woman, "They were getting so much better the more creative you got."

Kakarot started to answer when Bulma slammed something down on the table and glared at us.

"Uh-oh, here she goes…" my mate whispered.

I nodded shallowly. Now the woman was about to start chewing us out…. For what? What did we do wrong?

"So you were gone for a month because you and Goku got back together," she sounded calm, but I could hear the note of irritation that would soon turn to rage. I braced myself.

Kakarot nodded, a look of terror that only women could inspire etched on his face. The man could defeat droves of fighters and take down monsters like Frieza and Buu; but he was dead-scared of his wife and his oldest friend. It was baffling to most, but I understood it pretty well. And it was not – contrary to Gohan's belief – just an act, nor an attempt at humor. He was downright afraid of their wit, and his inability and unwillingness to fight back or actually attack them – which was unthinkable.

It did make me wonder why he wasn't scared of me.

"And did you…?" she made a vague gesture that was understood all around.

I broke in before Kakarot could get any paler, "Just once."

"So you weren't just playing around the whole time?" she snapped, using that dagger-eyed expression that she used when she was trying to get me to admit I was lying.

"No." I tried to think how the woman was thinking… imagining a month of nothing but…

…Jeez, that would be exhausting. I chuckled drily, "Saiyans have endurance, woman, but even we have limits."

Bulma's eyes narrowed, then she nodded absently and went back to brooding and plugging in wires.

"Hold still," she muttered, slicking my stomach with that disgusting gel she used. I obeyed, albeit reluctantly.

"It's almost the four month mark," Kakarot murmured in my ear as I lay back, "What do you suppose the baby looks like now?"

Four months out of…. how many?

The screen next to me flickered and turned to gray and silver. The woman dragged the scanner-thing across my abdomen slowly. I glanced at the image, then at Kakarot, then back.

It was definitely bigger than before, and looked a lot more… real; if that makes sense. It actually looked like a person. My breath caught when I realized it even had toes… and a tail; though the appendage was thin, short and ropey still.

"I was right," Kakarot breathed. I followed his gaze and nodded; it was male, for sure.

I took a long moment just to appreciate that I was looking at my son. I wanted to do something to tell him I was proud of him… but how could I do that?

"Vegeta," Kakarot said quietly, "Why are you crying?"

I hadn't realized that I was, but when I placed a hand on my cheek it was wet.

"I don't know," I replied unsteadily.

I felt my mate's hand on my shoulder, trying to comfort me. I looked at him and saw his eyes were riveted on the image of his third son.

I glanced at Bulma and saw that she was watching the screen too. But it was in that scientific way that said she wanted to dissect something. I managed to draw her attention and bared my teeth warningly; You are getting nowhere near my son with a scalpel.

"E-everything seems about as normal as it can be, given the circumstances," she reported shakily, obviously unnerved by my snarl. I saw that Kakarot's lip was curled defensively too; and I couldn't help but feel relieved. Now the baby had two powerful parents to protect him.

X

Kakarot shut the door of the bedroom behind his back deftly, and I heard the click as he locked it. He wasted no time pinning me to the wall and kissing me hard.

I inhaled and noted that he was musking heavily, almost possessively.

"What's the occasion?" I breathed into his neck.

He growled and kissed me again, "Do I need a reason?"

I tried to shut out his scent and listen to his emotions. He seemed to be almost livid, or domineering; or some combination thereof. I felt for the source of the defensive greed and realized it was the woman. He was mad at her for some reason.

Oh. He'd thought she was trying to steal me. And he was angry at her for wanting to run experiments on the baby. I was glad he'd waited until we got home before satisfying his officious urges.

Would it always be like this? If someone even looked at me wrong, would he fly into a rage and basically devour my lips in an attempt to re-stake his claim?

I guess I could live with that.

I sucked in a breath sharply as Kakarot bit my lower lip, drawing blood before licking it away. He was a lot rougher than he'd been before, dominating, almost selfish. And was it wrong that I was turned on by that?

No. Nothing that felt this good could be wrong. His chilling scent was hitting me in all the right places and his lips, tongue and teeth were working their magic on me, turning my knees to liquid. One of his hands moved from the wall and snuck up my shirt, caressing the curve of my belly and pinching one of my nipples to hardness. In fact, he couldn't seem to keep his hands to himself, as the other crept along my thigh before squeezing my ass. The hard surface of the wall chafed against my back as he leaned closer, rubbing against me like an animal marking its territory.

"Kakarot, maybe we should –" I began as I felt the wall behind me start to give under the pressure.

He nodded once, breathing hard, and backed up until the backs of his legs hit the bedframe. He turned and threw me to the bed, incinerating his clothing in the same motion with the ki that sparked from his skin. I looked up at him and saw his hair was golden, but I wasn't afraid, for I could sense that he didn't intend to hurt. It was more a display than an increase of power.

His hands found my wrists and he held me down, as if I'd try to move away. I knew he was just showing that he could control me if need be, and that he could kill anyone that got between him and me. It should have disturbed me, I know, but right then it just fanned the flame he'd lit.

He kissed me again, moving down to lick a line down my neck.

"Mine," he growled into the sensitive skin, "You belong to me."

I think it was pretty clear who held the dominant position in our mating bond. It wasn't a decision, it was instinct. The stronger was always at the top; but that also made them the protector, the guardian. And I realized with a shock that I didn't mind being protected. I didn't mind being below Kakarot – whether literally or metaphorically – and I didn't mind letting him take control like this.

I had to admire him though; he didn't destroy my clothes like he had his own. He knew I didn't have any replacement here and was making sure I wouldn't walk away with a shredded shirt or something.

He was hard as a rock and I could sense that he was aching, craving, needing. As he attacked my lips again, his skin sticking to mine with sweat; I could feel him trembling with the effort of holding himself back. And for the first time, I could hear his thoughts – or rather, the fragments that were his thoughts right now; I was reading his mind like he'd read mine before.

'Need you. Want you. Love you. Promise. Safe. Safe with me.'

He moved down my chest, licking and sucking the skin as the words repeated in his mind. He stopped after a moment, just looking at me with narrow, teal eyes. What was he waiting for? Permission?

I kissed his eyelid gently, "I trust you," I assured him, my lips lingering on his blonde eyebrow before moving away.

He exhaled explosively and claimed my mouth again, his fingers slicking through the sweat pooling on my chest. He stroked himself once, wetting his taut skin, and slid into me carefully, eliciting a long groan. Unlike the rough contact from before, he was gentle, keeping his promise not to hurt me.

"I love you," he pledged, sinking in once, "I love you, I love you, I love you…."

With each repetition of the vow, he thrust slowly, moving his hands from my wrists to support himself against the bed and not crush me. I couldn't reply, I couldn't form coherent words to do so, and I hoped my thoughts would tell him how much I loved him in return.

His mouth found the mark on my shoulder and he kissed it lightly, making me moan a low, ragged note.

His blonde bangs fell in his face as he glanced at me, asking without words; 'Can I?'

I nodded fervently, my breath coming in short bursts.

He purred and sank his teeth into the mark as he thrust again, harmonizing with me as we voiced the rush of pleasure together in a deep moan. The words he'd been promising with his lips became a loop in his mind as he sucked hard, picking up speed in his thrusting. I love you… I love you…

"Gods," I gasped as he struck something inside, not the sweet spot he'd hit before but something different; equally stimulating, but foreign. It sent a rush of ecstasy through me; but it was more of a quickening than the feeling I was used to. Once the stab of pleasure faded, I was left wanting more.

"Again," I commanded, locking my arms around Kakarot's neck, "Do that again!"

He grunted and thrust in deep, hitting that amazing spot head-on. I choked a breath and my whole body locked as I came hard. Kakarot followed a second after, wrenching his teeth out of my shoulder as his ki spiking insanely, before crashing as his hair bled back to black.

"W-what was that?" I panted, my vision returning to normal eventually.

Kakarot laughed shakily, "I think … it's called… a G-spot."

"Why haven't I h-heard of it before?"

My mate looked me in the eye, his expression screaming amusement.

"Because it's usually only found in women."

TBC