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"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
"Shh, it's going to be okay Goten," Trunks twisted his hands nervously, trying to reassure his lover.
Goten glared. "No Trunks, it's not," his face was calm, his voice was without a tremor, as that of someone about to meet his doom who has finally come to terms with his fate, "They're gonna cut me open and tear out the baby and I'M GONNA DIE!"
Trunks winced. Maybe 'come to terms with' had been a bit premature. "Listen Goten, they did the same thing to you dad, okay?" Trunks laid a hand over Goten's abdomen, marveling that it wasn't even swollen in the least, "They'll get the baby out and sew you back up again...remember how dad said he gave Goku that big scar across his belly? Well, I guess he was telling the truth...in a manner of speaking."
Goten sniffled and sagged, voice softening, close to tears, "I'm afraid Trunks. I don't want to get cut open..." Looking up at his lover with hopeful, shining eyes, Goten pleaded, "Do it for me?"
Trunks choked, "Goten...I'm not the one who's having the baby!"
"And whose fault is that?!" Goten snapped. He'd been moody these last several months, and it was only getting worse.
"Chibi please..." Trunks allowed the worry to shine through his eyes, taking his fiancee's hand, "If you don't do this, the baby will stay there, and then you'll BOTH die! Please Chibi...there's no choice."
Goten hesitated, then sighed, "Fine..." reluctantly, he allowed himself to be pulled back into the operating theater Bulma had designed when Goku was pregnant, and faced the man in white warily, "Do you promise you're gonna sew me back up?"
The nervous and very highly paid personal surgeon of the Briefs family flashed a familiar two fingered gesture of reassurance, "Don't worry kid. I don't want to end up dog meat. Trust me, I know what you and your friends can do."
Goten grumbled and crawled up on the operating table, blushing as the surgeon removed the concealing hospital gown, turning to glare at the others as if daring them to comment.
Bulma and his mother weren't even looking at him, still discussing what would happen to the baby thinking up names at lightning speed. His father gave him an encouraging thumbs up and Vegeta merely raised a brow and smirked.
Goten blushed. Stupid Vegeta.
"Hey, it'll be fine, I promise."
Goten looked over and sighed to see Trunks holding his hand, "My tummy's already going numb," he muttered nervously, "Don't let him knock me out. I want to be awake to make sure he doesn't take anything out that he shouldn't."
Trunks rubbed his head, "Alright Goten...but geez, what would he do with it anyway? I mean, why would anyone want to save little bits of Goten in a jar..." Trunks grinned, "Except me of course. I'd put you in a jar and carry you around with me wherever I went if I could."
Vegeta groaned, "Cut out the fucking sap before I kick both of your asses, pregnant of not. It's making me sick."
Indeed, Vegeta DID look a little queasy. Trunks smirked, idly wondering if his father had an aversion to blood, then blinked sheepishly, recalling who he was talking about, "Yes father."
"EEP!"
"What?!" Trunks whirled around to see Goten staring at his gaping stomach in horror. The doctor was already halfway through and neither of them had noticed! Trunks gulped. As much as he loved Goten, seeing those cool gloved hands poking their way past intestines and various other bodily organs wasn't exactly pleasant, "It'll be okay Go-kun...don't worry."
Goten gulped, eyes wide and frantic, "Don't let him steal my liver Trunks! Or my--my kidneys, or my heart or anything!"
Trunks smiled, walking up to brush a damp strand of hair from Goten's forhead, intent on distracting him, "Silly chibi...he can't steal your heart. You already gave it to me, remember?"
Goku grinned, shooting Vegeta a look, "Aren't they sweet 'Geta?"
Vegeta responded by turning green and stumbling to the other side of the room to throw up.
Trunks glanced at his father, surprised. Maybe he really DID have a weak stomach...or maybe he really WAS disgusted at their sappiness. Trunks shrugged. He didn't really care. All he cared about right now was Goten and...
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!"
Trunks jerked his head down to his lovers face, alarmed at the cry, then frowned to see a pair of sparkling black eyes, just as confused as his own.
Goten blinked, "Uh...that wasn't me...."
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!"
Trunks whirled, this time identifying the source of the sound as behind him and choked as he stared into big blue eyes.
"Congratulations," the doctor smiled, holding the blue-haired child out in Trunks' direction, "It's a girl."
Trunks hesitantly reached out and took the squirmy blue and red bundle from the surgeon, holding her as if she were a ticking time bomb, "A girl..." Trunks' eyes grew dazed...what the hell were they going to do now?
Goten's face held a similar expression, "Um...well...she's pretty I guess..." Goten grimaced, his inhibitions lowered even further from their usually low level by the drugs traversing his blood stream, "What are we going to DO Trunks?! I don't know what to do with a baby!"
Trunks dangled the child gingerly, shooting a helpless look in Goten's direction, "I...I dunno, Goten..."
"Wait a minute."
Goten and Trunks swiveled their heads in Bulma's direction as the doctor continued with his work, undisturbed, "Um...yes mom/Bulma," were their twin replies.
Bulma's eyes glittered with a strange light, "Are you two saying you don't want the baby?"
Trunks eyed the squalling bundle, his ears beginning to hurt and his eyes beginning to water from the intense conflict he found himself in--not to mention the very LOUD crying, "I...I don't know! I don't want to send her away..." Trunks couldn't bear to think of abandoning his and Goten's child to be raised in ignorance of her heritage, "But...I just don't know!" The frustration on his face was clear.
Goten gazed at his child, uncertainty evident in his eyes as well, "Bulma- san...we don't want her to go away...it's just..." he shook his head ruefully, "I guess we just wish we weren't her parents. I don't know if we can handle it."
Bulma grinned, "Okay."
Goten frowned in confusion and winced as the last of his stitches was pulled tight, the numbness in his abdomen beginning to wear off, "Okay? What do you mean?"
Trunks was equally baffled, "Mom, what are you saying?"
Bulma reached out and pulled the child from Trunks' unresisting fingers, "We'll take her. Vegeta and I will be her parents. You can be her sister and Goten can be like an uncle to her..." Bulma smiled and tickled the baby under her chin, "Isn't that right Bra-chan?"
Bra yawned widely and cuddled with her grandmother. She didn't care.
Goten gazed at Trunks disbelievingly before breaking out into a huge grin. This was perfect!
"We'll WHAT?!" A very pale Vegeta stood in the doorway, staring at the child in Bulma's arms, "Absolutely NOT woman! If I wanted another brat I could have kept the child of THAT idiot," he grunted, jerking his head in Goku's direction.
Trunks bit his lip, breaking off the celebratory glance he'd sent to Goten...if his father wouldn't take her...
Bulma glared at her mate, "This child is related to both of us Vegeta. She's our grand-daughter and we ARE taking her, or we won't be participating in our weekend sports with the Sons anymore."
Vegeta glanced at Goku and grimaced, his eyes sliding to ChiChi as well. He hated to admit it, but he'd pretty much do anything to avoid having to give up fucking them.
ChiChi intruded firmly, "She's my grand-daughter too Bulma, so I WILL be around." ChiChi's voice softened as she smiled, "But this is a wonderful solution. Thank you...I know you know how much it means to me that Goten completes college at least, even if he doesn't want to be a scholar like his brother."
Goten grimaced. College. He'd forgotten that...maybe stinky diapers and a lifetime of responsibility were the better option...
Trunks reached gently down and hugged Goten, "Don't worry Chibi. Next time, we'll be ready. We'll be done with college and we'll have jobs and a house and there won't be any problems."
Goten looked at his lover ironically and quirked an eyebrow, "Why am I the one who should worry? Next time it's YOUR turn Trunks-kun."
Trunks paled, "M-my...?"
Vegeta barked a laugh, "Ha...don't let the third class talk to you like that, brat. Only third class Saiyans can get pregnant. Isn't it rather obvious by the fact that this baka and his father were the ones knocked up..." Vegeta frowned, " Onna...do we have any pickles? And jello? Oh, and maybe some mushrooms...they'd be really good dipped in chocolate sauce right now." Vegeta scowled at the incredulous looks being shot in his direction, "What?"
Goku's face went from tolerantly amused to disturbed, to down-right frightened as Vegeta's monologue continued and he carefully inched his way out the door as Goten watched in confusion.
The doctor finished packing his bag and nodded to Goten and Trunks, patting Vegeta on the back as he passed him on the way out the door, "I'll be seeing you in nine months."
Trunks' eyes filled with understanding as he helped Goten sit up and he slapped a hand over his mouth in shock.
Goten grinned slyly, his face contorting into a very Vegeta-like expression, "I guess you were wrong about only third classes being able to get pregnant Vegeta."
Bulma stared at her mate, cradling her new daughter with wide, saucer shaped eyes, shock and amusement clearly evident in her expression, "I don't know if the revenge of Vegeta experiencing pregnancy is worth the unbearable pain in the ass he's going to doubtless be for the next nine months...but I guess I'll find out."
Vegeta choked, his stunned mind finally forced to accept what it had been guessing at for the past several days, face contorting into an expression of stunned fury as he looked around for a victim and found his intended one clearly absent. "KAKAROOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!!!!!!!!!!!" The infuriated prince trembled with rage, "I'M GOING TO KILL THAT IDIOT!" Vegeta smiled, suddenly quite calm again, "As soon as I have my chocolate covered mushrooms."
Trunks winced. And he'd thought Goten's mood swings were bad. Looking over at his fiancee, Trunks smiled. In a few weeks they'd start college. Their wedding was set for November, and their mothers, much to the embarassment of the young couple, had escalated the event to galactic proportions.
Goten smiled at Vegeta's antics, fond of the older man, but fonder of the one right beside him. Looping an arm around his lover's waist, Goten gazed at little Bra in Bulma's arms and chuckled a bit as the blue haired woman took her mate in hand, firmly dragging him off to the kitchen, ignoring his rocketing emotions as he went from weepy to enraged to silly to affectionate in a matter of seconds. It was enough to make your head spin, but with a man of strong emotions like Vegeta, he'd expect no less.
It was all so strange. In less than a year he'd learned so many things. He'd learned what love was like, and discovered both the joy and the pain that came with it. He'd found out that his brother's daughter was actually his half sister, child of Goku and Vegeta, and he'd brought a child of his own into the world, handing her over to Bulma without regret. Bra would be happy--Bulma was a wonderful mother. She'd have to be, to produce someone like Trunks.
Trunks glanced at Goten and blushed at the lovey dovey eyes Goten was giving him. This had been some year...he'd gained so much. Goten...a daughter, who was now his sister...and apparently another sibling on its way! THAT was going to be interesting.
"Trunks?"
Trunks drew himself from his thoughts and glanced at Goten, nuzzling him affectionately, the now empty room making him freer in his affections, "Yeah Chibi?"
Goten grinned, "Next time it really IS your turn you know."
Trunks paled, and gulped, "I...I know." He was beginning to see just how logical Goten's earlier fears of stolen organs were in light of the fact that sometime in the future HE was going to be the one cut open.
Goten smiled and snuggled wearily into Trunks' shoulder, yawning as he dropped off to sleep, "Don't worry Trunks-kun...they can't steal your heart," the black haired young man murmured, as warm drowsiness rose to coat him, "...'s already mine. They can't have it."
Trunks smiled. Even if they did, Goten was worth it.
The End.
Notes: Sorry this took so long! Started a new job, been busy...^_^* hope you like my little story!
CookieLove
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"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
"Shh, it's going to be okay Goten," Trunks twisted his hands nervously, trying to reassure his lover.
Goten glared. "No Trunks, it's not," his face was calm, his voice was without a tremor, as that of someone about to meet his doom who has finally come to terms with his fate, "They're gonna cut me open and tear out the baby and I'M GONNA DIE!"
Trunks winced. Maybe 'come to terms with' had been a bit premature. "Listen Goten, they did the same thing to you dad, okay?" Trunks laid a hand over Goten's abdomen, marveling that it wasn't even swollen in the least, "They'll get the baby out and sew you back up again...remember how dad said he gave Goku that big scar across his belly? Well, I guess he was telling the truth...in a manner of speaking."
Goten sniffled and sagged, voice softening, close to tears, "I'm afraid Trunks. I don't want to get cut open..." Looking up at his lover with hopeful, shining eyes, Goten pleaded, "Do it for me?"
Trunks choked, "Goten...I'm not the one who's having the baby!"
"And whose fault is that?!" Goten snapped. He'd been moody these last several months, and it was only getting worse.
"Chibi please..." Trunks allowed the worry to shine through his eyes, taking his fiancee's hand, "If you don't do this, the baby will stay there, and then you'll BOTH die! Please Chibi...there's no choice."
Goten hesitated, then sighed, "Fine..." reluctantly, he allowed himself to be pulled back into the operating theater Bulma had designed when Goku was pregnant, and faced the man in white warily, "Do you promise you're gonna sew me back up?"
The nervous and very highly paid personal surgeon of the Briefs family flashed a familiar two fingered gesture of reassurance, "Don't worry kid. I don't want to end up dog meat. Trust me, I know what you and your friends can do."
Goten grumbled and crawled up on the operating table, blushing as the surgeon removed the concealing hospital gown, turning to glare at the others as if daring them to comment.
Bulma and his mother weren't even looking at him, still discussing what would happen to the baby thinking up names at lightning speed. His father gave him an encouraging thumbs up and Vegeta merely raised a brow and smirked.
Goten blushed. Stupid Vegeta.
"Hey, it'll be fine, I promise."
Goten looked over and sighed to see Trunks holding his hand, "My tummy's already going numb," he muttered nervously, "Don't let him knock me out. I want to be awake to make sure he doesn't take anything out that he shouldn't."
Trunks rubbed his head, "Alright Goten...but geez, what would he do with it anyway? I mean, why would anyone want to save little bits of Goten in a jar..." Trunks grinned, "Except me of course. I'd put you in a jar and carry you around with me wherever I went if I could."
Vegeta groaned, "Cut out the fucking sap before I kick both of your asses, pregnant of not. It's making me sick."
Indeed, Vegeta DID look a little queasy. Trunks smirked, idly wondering if his father had an aversion to blood, then blinked sheepishly, recalling who he was talking about, "Yes father."
"EEP!"
"What?!" Trunks whirled around to see Goten staring at his gaping stomach in horror. The doctor was already halfway through and neither of them had noticed! Trunks gulped. As much as he loved Goten, seeing those cool gloved hands poking their way past intestines and various other bodily organs wasn't exactly pleasant, "It'll be okay Go-kun...don't worry."
Goten gulped, eyes wide and frantic, "Don't let him steal my liver Trunks! Or my--my kidneys, or my heart or anything!"
Trunks smiled, walking up to brush a damp strand of hair from Goten's forhead, intent on distracting him, "Silly chibi...he can't steal your heart. You already gave it to me, remember?"
Goku grinned, shooting Vegeta a look, "Aren't they sweet 'Geta?"
Vegeta responded by turning green and stumbling to the other side of the room to throw up.
Trunks glanced at his father, surprised. Maybe he really DID have a weak stomach...or maybe he really WAS disgusted at their sappiness. Trunks shrugged. He didn't really care. All he cared about right now was Goten and...
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!"
Trunks jerked his head down to his lovers face, alarmed at the cry, then frowned to see a pair of sparkling black eyes, just as confused as his own.
Goten blinked, "Uh...that wasn't me...."
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!"
Trunks whirled, this time identifying the source of the sound as behind him and choked as he stared into big blue eyes.
"Congratulations," the doctor smiled, holding the blue-haired child out in Trunks' direction, "It's a girl."
Trunks hesitantly reached out and took the squirmy blue and red bundle from the surgeon, holding her as if she were a ticking time bomb, "A girl..." Trunks' eyes grew dazed...what the hell were they going to do now?
Goten's face held a similar expression, "Um...well...she's pretty I guess..." Goten grimaced, his inhibitions lowered even further from their usually low level by the drugs traversing his blood stream, "What are we going to DO Trunks?! I don't know what to do with a baby!"
Trunks dangled the child gingerly, shooting a helpless look in Goten's direction, "I...I dunno, Goten..."
"Wait a minute."
Goten and Trunks swiveled their heads in Bulma's direction as the doctor continued with his work, undisturbed, "Um...yes mom/Bulma," were their twin replies.
Bulma's eyes glittered with a strange light, "Are you two saying you don't want the baby?"
Trunks eyed the squalling bundle, his ears beginning to hurt and his eyes beginning to water from the intense conflict he found himself in--not to mention the very LOUD crying, "I...I don't know! I don't want to send her away..." Trunks couldn't bear to think of abandoning his and Goten's child to be raised in ignorance of her heritage, "But...I just don't know!" The frustration on his face was clear.
Goten gazed at his child, uncertainty evident in his eyes as well, "Bulma- san...we don't want her to go away...it's just..." he shook his head ruefully, "I guess we just wish we weren't her parents. I don't know if we can handle it."
Bulma grinned, "Okay."
Goten frowned in confusion and winced as the last of his stitches was pulled tight, the numbness in his abdomen beginning to wear off, "Okay? What do you mean?"
Trunks was equally baffled, "Mom, what are you saying?"
Bulma reached out and pulled the child from Trunks' unresisting fingers, "We'll take her. Vegeta and I will be her parents. You can be her sister and Goten can be like an uncle to her..." Bulma smiled and tickled the baby under her chin, "Isn't that right Bra-chan?"
Bra yawned widely and cuddled with her grandmother. She didn't care.
Goten gazed at Trunks disbelievingly before breaking out into a huge grin. This was perfect!
"We'll WHAT?!" A very pale Vegeta stood in the doorway, staring at the child in Bulma's arms, "Absolutely NOT woman! If I wanted another brat I could have kept the child of THAT idiot," he grunted, jerking his head in Goku's direction.
Trunks bit his lip, breaking off the celebratory glance he'd sent to Goten...if his father wouldn't take her...
Bulma glared at her mate, "This child is related to both of us Vegeta. She's our grand-daughter and we ARE taking her, or we won't be participating in our weekend sports with the Sons anymore."
Vegeta glanced at Goku and grimaced, his eyes sliding to ChiChi as well. He hated to admit it, but he'd pretty much do anything to avoid having to give up fucking them.
ChiChi intruded firmly, "She's my grand-daughter too Bulma, so I WILL be around." ChiChi's voice softened as she smiled, "But this is a wonderful solution. Thank you...I know you know how much it means to me that Goten completes college at least, even if he doesn't want to be a scholar like his brother."
Goten grimaced. College. He'd forgotten that...maybe stinky diapers and a lifetime of responsibility were the better option...
Trunks reached gently down and hugged Goten, "Don't worry Chibi. Next time, we'll be ready. We'll be done with college and we'll have jobs and a house and there won't be any problems."
Goten looked at his lover ironically and quirked an eyebrow, "Why am I the one who should worry? Next time it's YOUR turn Trunks-kun."
Trunks paled, "M-my...?"
Vegeta barked a laugh, "Ha...don't let the third class talk to you like that, brat. Only third class Saiyans can get pregnant. Isn't it rather obvious by the fact that this baka and his father were the ones knocked up..." Vegeta frowned, " Onna...do we have any pickles? And jello? Oh, and maybe some mushrooms...they'd be really good dipped in chocolate sauce right now." Vegeta scowled at the incredulous looks being shot in his direction, "What?"
Goku's face went from tolerantly amused to disturbed, to down-right frightened as Vegeta's monologue continued and he carefully inched his way out the door as Goten watched in confusion.
The doctor finished packing his bag and nodded to Goten and Trunks, patting Vegeta on the back as he passed him on the way out the door, "I'll be seeing you in nine months."
Trunks' eyes filled with understanding as he helped Goten sit up and he slapped a hand over his mouth in shock.
Goten grinned slyly, his face contorting into a very Vegeta-like expression, "I guess you were wrong about only third classes being able to get pregnant Vegeta."
Bulma stared at her mate, cradling her new daughter with wide, saucer shaped eyes, shock and amusement clearly evident in her expression, "I don't know if the revenge of Vegeta experiencing pregnancy is worth the unbearable pain in the ass he's going to doubtless be for the next nine months...but I guess I'll find out."
Vegeta choked, his stunned mind finally forced to accept what it had been guessing at for the past several days, face contorting into an expression of stunned fury as he looked around for a victim and found his intended one clearly absent. "KAKAROOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!!!!!!!!!!!" The infuriated prince trembled with rage, "I'M GOING TO KILL THAT IDIOT!" Vegeta smiled, suddenly quite calm again, "As soon as I have my chocolate covered mushrooms."
Trunks winced. And he'd thought Goten's mood swings were bad. Looking over at his fiancee, Trunks smiled. In a few weeks they'd start college. Their wedding was set for November, and their mothers, much to the embarassment of the young couple, had escalated the event to galactic proportions.
Goten smiled at Vegeta's antics, fond of the older man, but fonder of the one right beside him. Looping an arm around his lover's waist, Goten gazed at little Bra in Bulma's arms and chuckled a bit as the blue haired woman took her mate in hand, firmly dragging him off to the kitchen, ignoring his rocketing emotions as he went from weepy to enraged to silly to affectionate in a matter of seconds. It was enough to make your head spin, but with a man of strong emotions like Vegeta, he'd expect no less.
It was all so strange. In less than a year he'd learned so many things. He'd learned what love was like, and discovered both the joy and the pain that came with it. He'd found out that his brother's daughter was actually his half sister, child of Goku and Vegeta, and he'd brought a child of his own into the world, handing her over to Bulma without regret. Bra would be happy--Bulma was a wonderful mother. She'd have to be, to produce someone like Trunks.
Trunks glanced at Goten and blushed at the lovey dovey eyes Goten was giving him. This had been some year...he'd gained so much. Goten...a daughter, who was now his sister...and apparently another sibling on its way! THAT was going to be interesting.
"Trunks?"
Trunks drew himself from his thoughts and glanced at Goten, nuzzling him affectionately, the now empty room making him freer in his affections, "Yeah Chibi?"
Goten grinned, "Next time it really IS your turn you know."
Trunks paled, and gulped, "I...I know." He was beginning to see just how logical Goten's earlier fears of stolen organs were in light of the fact that sometime in the future HE was going to be the one cut open.
Goten smiled and snuggled wearily into Trunks' shoulder, yawning as he dropped off to sleep, "Don't worry Trunks-kun...they can't steal your heart," the black haired young man murmured, as warm drowsiness rose to coat him, "...'s already mine. They can't have it."
Trunks smiled. Even if they did, Goten was worth it.
The End.
Notes: Sorry this took so long! Started a new job, been busy...^_^* hope you like my little story!
CookieLove