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Vegeta's mouth was agape with shock. His eyebrow was twitching. He grabbed a hold of Trunks and got a close look at his face, all the while, his eyes darting back and forth in random directions. His face took on a look of disgust as he glanced down to stare at his hands as if they needed washing. Lastly, He diverted his attention toward Goku, who immediately took to staring at her toes when their eyes made contact.
Vegeta walked up to her, and extended his arm, his hand reaching out to touch her face, but he paused and held back. He glanced at Trunks again and then back at Goku. He then took his hand and cupped it under her chin in order to make her face him.
Goku's eyes were so sad. He couldn't bear looking at them, but he felt he had to. She was trying to avert her gaze, but he continued to hold her face so that she was looking directly at him. He felt like he should be saying something to her, but he didn't know what in the world to say.
Goku clenched her fists together, bracing herself so that she wouldn't lose it. She had no idea why, by she really wanted to embrace Vegeta. She wanted to be comforted by him. She wanted to tell him that Bulma didn't deserve to have him because she… Because she what?
"Trunks-" Goku mumbled under her breath, "- could you give Vegeta and me some time alone to… talk?"
Trunks couldn't help, but wonder what was going. He was a bright kid. He could tell that there was definitely something between his father and Goku. It just seemed so weird.
"Yeah, Goku, no problem," He replied, quietly exiting the room, being careful to step over the door Vegeta had ripped from its hinges.
Goku forced herself to look into his eyes. How could he seem so calm and resolute when she knew he was pissed off and plain hurt? She tried to back away, tearing his hand away from her face. He recoiled, but grabbed her arm, perhaps he feared she might leave? He already knew the answer to that though. She had something to say to him. She wouldn't leave just yet.
"Vegeta, I've known Bulma since we were kids," began Goku, after taking a deep breath in order to steady her composure. "Back then, I was really oblivious to feelings… well… I mean romantic feelings."
Goku paused, glancing up at Vegeta; she looked away again and seemed to be thinking about something. She took on a somewhat nostalgic expression and resumed, "Now that I think of it, I've come to realize some things I'd never noticed before. Anyways, what I'm trying to say is that Bulma has never really had much luck with the whole dating and love experience. I mean, she had plenty of guys to choose from, and I guess she still does. She just, never meets the right one, and if that's you, Vegeta, you need to step up because she deserves it!"
"I don't care if I had feelings for her in a different time, Kakarrot. I'm telling you this now, and I will tell you as many times as it's needed to get it through your thick skull: I have no feelings for Bulma, and that isn't going to change, not now, not ever!" replied Vegeta heatedly.
"Bulma really likes you, Vegeta. You can't even find it in yourself to show her the time of day! Why is that? Maybe you will start to have feelings for her if you just give her a try?" said Goku, unable to understand why she'd even said it. Why was she trying to convince him to go for Bulma?
"That's because I have eyes for only one person," answered Vegeta, "Stop trying to convince yourself that you don't have feelings for me."
Goku's heart was drumming against her chest so quickly and vigorously she could hear the thrumming crescendo in her ears. She didn't understand why she suddenly felt embarrassment and was worried that Vegeta might be hearing it too. She could feel her face heating up, and her fisted hands getting clammy and shaky.
"Oh Kami!" exclaimed Goku suddenly, "I couldn't hurt Bulma like that, Vegeta! Don't you understand? I couldn't hurt ChiChi, and Gohan!"
Vegeta merely stared at her with an impassive expression upon his face. How could he be so calm about all of this? Why wasn't he saying anything?
Unbeknownst to Goku, Vegeta had chosen to be silent for a moment because he'd realized that she was actually contemplating him and her, together. He feared if he said anything, she would run out like she normally did.
Goku pulled her arm out of Vegeta's clutches and began to pace the room anxiously. If Vegeta weren't in such a serious state of mind he may have thought the scene almost comical. This frantic woman looked nothing like Goku, at least not the old Goku.
Goku suddenly stopped midstride with a determined look upon her face. She waltzed straight up to Vegeta and grabbed a hold of him by his biceps. Vegeta merely lifted an eyebrow in confusion, as if to ask, "What now?"
"Remember Koshin, Vegeta?" questioned Goku unexpectedly, her voice almost fierce.
Vegeta straightened noticeably, "Of course I remember that bastard? Why? What about him?" he almost hissed.
"That night he kissed me…" began Goku.
Vegeta's eyes were growing by the second in shock that she was even talking about this. He could feel dread inching into the recesses of his mind. He had to bite his tongue to keep himself from shouting something stupid.
"What is it, Kakarrot," he managed to let out in a stressed mumble.
"…And you freaked out on me. Well, I told Bulma I wasn't interested in you. I plain told her that she wouldn't have to worry about me as competition," finished Goku, a worried stressful look pasted on her facial features.
"That's all?" Vegeta questioned, letting a small chuckle escape his lips from the relief of it all.
He could suddenly feel Goku's nails digging into his skin, and he didn't even have to look into her face to know that he'd made a mistake in laughing about it.
"Dammit, Vegeta! This is wrong? Don't you have feelings for anyone but yourself?" hissed Goku.
Vegeta wanted to slap himself, but he couldn't help but think that she looked cute when she was pissed. He made the second mistake of letting a smile crack his lip's former deadpan expression.
"Yes, but only for one person. I think I've told you that already, Kakarrot, are you listening to me?" he questioned, wondering to himself why he'd chosen to further his irking her.
"Vegeta-" Goku almost growled.
"Shh… Kakarrot," whispered Vegeta, putting his index finger up to her lips playfully, he had no idea why he was taunting her, but it was fun. He was sick of arguing with her. It seemed that was all they were doing as of late, and it was always the same argument.
"Maybe I can persuade you without words?" he asked with a smirk.
Goku was taken aback by Vegeta's sudden change in expression and words. Was she dreaming? Weren't they just at each other's throats? This made absolutely no sense at all!
She hadn't enough time to think the issue over, because as soon as Vegeta had made his inquiry known, he had already begun to lean in to receive his answer.
She backed away just as she could feel his warm breath upon her lips, but he continued his pursuit regardless.
"But Vegeta, Gohan… ChiChi…?" she whispered frantically.
He chuckled at the prospect of them knowing and replied soothingly, "They don't have to know."
Finally their lips touched, and he smirked inwardly as he felt her lips curved up into what he knew was a smile. They were so caught up in the heat of the moment, neither of them noticed the storm brewing off in the distance. Someone or something's ki had just doubled in strength, and they were completely oblivious to it.
Tap… tap… tap… tap… consistently went the end of Gohan's pencil on his math book. He sighed, glancing at his battered up watch. He didn't want to do homework right now. He wanted to see his dad. He hadn't really spoken to her since the accident, and he really missed talking to her. He also wanted to train with Piccolo, after all, he had promised him.
He slowly began to inch out of the chair when all of a sudden he heard, "Now what do you think you're doing, Gohan? You need to be focused on your studies!"
"Yes, Mom," replied Gohan, sighing turning back to his book, scribbling on a piece of paper, pretending to do his homework. He was really sketching pictures of him and his dad, back when his dad was a man. He sighed again, and scribbled the picture out.
"Mom?"
"Yes, Gohan," replied ChiChi, who currently had her full attention spent on sewing a pair of little booties for her child that was on the way. She guessed that she was only about 3, maybe 4 months along, but it was never too soon to get prepared, especially when the future was a little foggy at the moment.
"Do you still love dad?" questioned Gohan meekly.
"Of course I do, Gohan! That's a silly question to ask," replied ChiChi, looking up from her sewing.
"Are you and dad going to get back together?"
"I'm sure we'll work things out. After all, I gave your father some very good news," answered ChiChi, smiling nostalgically.
"What news?" asked Gohan, hopping out of his chair, and moving to sit next to his mother.
ChiChi felt a sudden constriction in her chest. She had completely forgotten that she hadn't told Gohan about the baby.
"Gohan, mommy needs tell you something," began ChiChi, gaining Gohan's full attention.
Gohan set his keen, large childlike eyes on his mother, happy to be getting some answers for once.
"Before your father and I got in a fight because of the accident caused by Vegeta," she stressed Vegeta's name without even noticing it, "Your father and I were extremely happy, and when two people love each other and are happy together, they make love. You remember what that is right? I explained to you not too long ago about the birds and the bees."
"I remember," answered Gohan curtly, "You said that's how babies are made, and that someday, I'd come to a better understanding of it, but for now I don't need to know about it all too much."
"Precisely, Gohan," replied ChiChi with a satisfied smile that told the world that she was a proud mother because her son was so much smarter than other children, or at least, she thought so.
"So, what about it then, Mom?" asked Gohan curiously.
"Gohan, sweetie, mommy's pregnant, and that's because your father and I love each other so much!" stated ChiChi with a broad smile, rubbing her stomach in utter satisfaction.
Gohan seemed a little bit surprised. "Does that mean I'll have a baby brother?" asked Gohan.
"Or sister," corrected ChiChi, smiling at the neutral yellow booties that still lay upon her lap.
Gohan merely just chose to stare at ChiChi's stomach in curiosity. He was wondering how a baby could possible fit and/or come out of his mother's stomach.
"I could understand a baby fitting inside dad's tummy, mom. He eats a lot, but you don't. How would it fit?" asked Gohan, somewhat pondering to himself the whole ordeal.
ChiChi felt a sudden wave of revulsion of the thought of Goku being pregnant. She shook her head at the intruding thought, it was plain silly! She turned her attention back to Gohan, "Sweetheart, a baby grows inside of its mommy. It isn't in my tummy, it's in something called womb, and that is located above my tummy. It has nothing to do with how much I eat. I assure you, Gohan, the baby will fit, after all, you did," explained ChiChi.
Gohan scrunched his face up at the thought of being inside of his mom's body. That would just be weird! He took to staring at her stomach again.
She smiled gently, "Do want to feel it, Gohan?"
"Won't it hurt the baby?" asked Gohan sheepishly.
"No, of course not, silly!" exclaimed ChiChi with a touch of lilting laughter.
She grabbed a hold of his arm, and directed his hand to rest atop the small bulge on her stomach. She smiled, it tickled slightly. She imagined Goku with his arms around her waist, holding her very pregnant stomach like he had with Gohan. First she had to have Goku wish to be a man again though. A woman caressing her so passionately would not do, not at all!
"I can't feel anything, mom," complained Gohan.
"Oh, but you will Gohan, it takes time. The baby grows with each passing day, and soon you will be able to feel your little brother or sister move inside me," replied ChiChi happily.
A/N: Just thought I'd give you something to think about before the action begins! :P Isn't Gohan cute?
