The Torment 9: I ain't naming this one
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The morning had been one of the most bizarre of Son Gohan's life. He was still trying to get his mind to accept the fact that he was mated, in fact, married, to Piccolo, for life. Even as his thoughts rejected it, his emotions played for him the surging, confused maelstrom of Piccolo's heart. She was as confused as he was.
He also had a good idea of what Vegeta had meant by saying the week would be 'interesting'. Even as he stood there, and it wasn't as bad as last night, Piccolo's scent hovered, making feel, in the least, clingy.
Gohan shuddered to think about what that night would be like.
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Piccolo-chan looked over at Gohan, and the apologetic expression on his face. It was almost comical.
Of course her relief at finding she was not pregnant was dampened when Chi-Chi immediately started with the wedding plans.
"WHAT?" everyone screamed when she announced a 'western style' wedding.
It was then that a worried expression crossed Bulma's face. She looked back and forth at Piccolo-chan and Gohan, and then grabbed Piccolo-chan's shoulder. Piccolo-chan had her mouth open to start arguing about anything to do with marriage, when she was yanked from her seat.
"We'll let mother and son argue this one, Clarinet-chan," said Bulma, tersely. She pulled her into her lab.
Piccolo-chan was about to ask what the hell was going on, when Bulma firmly shut the door.
"I forgot to mention this. Most girls forget it, anyway, but it is possible that if you are not pregnant now, you will be within the next several hours. That was why I gave you that particular test, because if you weren't pregnant right then, we could give you some options."
This left Piccolo-chan totally blank. What was she talking about?
"Chi-Chi, if you were pregnant then, would not, under any circumstance, let you get rid of the child. There is still time now, if you want to, to get an abortion. That would be your choice. We couldn't let Vegeta know, because he wants all of what's left of the Saiya-jin bloodline to survive," she continued.
"WHAT are you TALKING about?" Piccolo-chan finally yelled, frustrated at being in the dark.
"Well, semen stays viable within a woman for several days, and a Saiya-jins even longer. If you are, as Vegeta said, 'in heat', you can get pregnant a couple of days after you and Gohan- ah-" it was then that Bulma figured out that the little boy she had known was no longer a little boy.
"Had sex," Piccolo-chan mumbled. She sat down hard, her face going very, very pale.
"I don't feel well."
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Gohan was having war with his mother about a wedding.
He was willing to admit, with the bond he could feel between them, that they would have to do something about it in the marriage sense eventually, but why couldn't it wait until they got out of school?
"Because dear, if I am going to be a grandmother, that child will be legitimate, your father wouldn't have it any other way."
Gohan privately thought that his father didn't know what legitimate was.
All the while, Vegeta sat in a corner, smirking.
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"We are also making sure that I don' t become a grandmother until you two are married. Vegeta, how can we control them?"
Vegeta jumped. He had been so busy being amused, that he didn't think about what else might happen.
"I beat the hell out of him, and maybe he will be too tired for it."
"Unacceptable! Could we lock Gohan in the gravity room?"
The two adults discussed Gohan's fate, ignoring him entirely, he got up, and left the room.
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Gohan had walked off, and then flown into a set of woods that he had trained in as a child. It was something he had learned to do when he felt out of sorts, and right now certainly qualified.
I'm marrying Mr. Piccolo!
Today qualified as a sit down, contemplate-the-meaning-of-it-all-because-it-makes-about-as-much-sense-as-a-fanfic type day. Yes, he was going to go to that nice waterfall Piccolo-san liked so much, and think.
And hope that his brain and hormones would come to a happy compromise.
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Piccolo-chan rested on one of the many couches in Capsule Corp. Bulma had thoughtfully given her a wet rag to put on her head.
I could be pregnant. Dear Enma-sama, I never imagined something like-
She groaned, stopping the thought. Of course she had never imagined it, it should have been impossible. But then, with the Z senshi, the impossible was a regular occurrence.
Did I ever even think about having children? I enjoyed teaching Gohan, but after what ended up happening to him, how often he got hurt, I kind of gave up on the idea. And before that, I had been too busy trying to beat Goku and take over the world.
So, now what?
There was likely to be a baby growing inside her, at least that was the impression that she got from the book Videl had her read. It wasn't likely that they would spit them up, like her kind did.
Her kind; there was a whole other kettle of fish that she didn't want to open. I'll think about that little quandary, later. Much, much later.
She sighed, and squirmed a little on the couch. Piccolo-chan was sore, in a way that was pleasant. Going from virgin to having made love twice in a night did not make for comfortable walking in the morning, even if she did like it.
Don't think about that, either.
Her mind drifted; and that place that seemed to be connected to Gohan reflected that he was as confused and frustrated as she was, but the love was still there. Her face heated when she also sensed a good amount of lust, too.
Yes, humans are insane, the whole lot of them. Since I am one, even temporarily, what does that make me?
As she went back to thinking about the possible baby in her womb, she mentally commented, just as loony as they are.
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Gohan felt the feather light touch of Piccolo reaching out to him. There was a lot of turmoil there, but the same warmth that he had felt last night was there.
He opened his eyes. Was it his imagination, or did his, her, whatever ki seem, well, off?
Grousing to himself, he tried to figure out what it meant.
"No, the test said otherwise, right?"
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Piccolo-chan was feeling edgy. She still hadn't moved from the couch she was lying on, and it was a few hours later.
Well, I guess there is a way to find out, she thought, and placed her hands on her middle. She felt downwards, trying to get a sense of her body.
Piccolo-chan had looked at several encyclopedias and biology texts while she had been in school, curious at what this new body did, why it needed food, etc. So, she had a good idea of where the major organ's were, and then had tried to figure out periods.
Feeling for her ki, she searched, and found something about- there.
A string of curses flew through her head, but she stopped herself, and said aloud-
"No cursing in front of the baby."
At this point, she did what any other rational, sane and otherwise unflappable Namekian-turned-human would do.
Piccolo-chan Freaked Out.
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To be continued…
(A/N: Next chapter will be a lemon. I have a lot of free time, and am getting bored, so Larania like citrus. Hopefully, it will be better than the last one, methinks.)