A/N: Here's month number 2. I wrote it at work. Aren't I a great employee? XD
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THE SECOND MONTH
The first month of Vegeta's pregnancy went by without a hitch, aside from his continuingly growing list of bizarre foods. The menu included chocolate covered pickles, spaghetti noodles and caramel sauce, whip cream and pork rinds, and grapes and mayonnaise. Eventually he refused to eat anything but those entrees. Anything else made him sick.
Pota at this point had told Vegeta to stop training excessively and to try and just relax. Both she and Piccolo knew he wouldn't be very keen on the idea, but they didn't exactly expect him to blatantly go against their wishes.
The Prince and Mirai disappeared one afternoon, giving Piccolo a bad feeling. He could sense that Vegeta was getting more tired as time wore on, even when he was supposed to be resting. Piccolo's suspicions all but went through the roof when he felt a spike of anger from Vegeta and more tired feelings.
Piccolo left the Seeing Room and stalked down the halls towards the Gravity Room, his cape billowing out behind him. As he suspected, the room was in use. Snarling, he punched in the override code and waited for the system to shut down before opening the door. When it finally hissed open, he almost lost his temper right there.
Vegeta was not only training with the gravity on, but he was also lifting the weights. His belly was noticeably bigger but he still managed to curl the bar up and over it. Mirai sat silently on the bench behind him, turning and paling when he saw Piccolo storm into the room.
"What the hell, what happened to the gravity?" Vegeta grouched. He then felt Piccolo's angry presence in the room and sighed. He knew he would get caught but he just couldn't stand sitting around and doing nothing. He dropped the giant weight and crossed his arms, leveling Piccolo with a glare.
"What?" He said. Piccolo mirrored his stance.
"What." Piccolo said, seething with sarcasm.
"You think we told you not to train just to hear ourselves talk? You're putting yourself and the baby in danger. Does that not matter to you? We don't want to risk any injuries to either of you. When we said you're not allowed to train we meant it. No more training."
Throughout Piccolo's rant Vegeta's irritated expression had changed to one of indifference. The sudden change unnerved Piccolo so he waited.
Vegeta gazed at his mate for a few seconds longer before his face exploded into rage. Picking up the barbell at his feet, he took a step forward and swung it like a baseball bat. Piccolo careened through the Gravity Room wall and the Lookout wall before landing painfully on the ground below.
Vegeta dropped the weight and walked out, bored expression returning. Mirai sat wide-eyed on the bench, making sure his father was gone before flying out of the room and down to Piccolo.
The Namek was lying on his back, hands above his head, just blinking.
"Piccolo…?" Mirai asked, unsure if the man was in a coma. Piccolo's brow wrinkled before he said 'ow' and sat up.
"Believe it or not that actually hurt." He said, wrapping an arm around his ribs. Mirai snorted.
"Nah I believe it. I actually told Father that he shouldn't be training, but he went Super Saiyan on me so I figured it would be in my best interest to shut up and let him do what he wanted. Sorry." He shrugged. Piccolo shrugged back.
"I understand." He replied.
Both men jumped when they heard someone rocket out of the Lookout. Before they could react Piccolo found himself with an armful of quivering Saiyan Prince.
"Vegeta—"
"Piccolo I'm sorry! I don't know what came over me." The Prince sat back, running his hands worriedly over Piccolo's chest and ribs.
"You're not hurt are you?" He asked shakily. Piccolo chuckled and kissed his forehead.
"No no I'm alright. It's alright." He reassured him. Vegeta latched onto his neck with a sigh. Piccolo chuckled at the shocked look on Mirai's face.
Moodswings were a bitch.
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A/N: So there's month two for ya! Sorry it was so short but. Meh. :P Review and shit…