~Live The Darkness~
A/N: I needed a little Writer's Block Break from my Christmas fic.
Videl was washing the dishes. Reaching for the soap, she knocked a butter knife to the floor. "Damn it! Is it some sort of law that when you're pregnant you'll drop things?!" she yelled. Her stomach had gotten considerably larger, but she was only four and a half months pregnant, so she wasn't too large. She was just big enough that she'd gone up a few pant sizes. Still, she did a good job of hiding it by wearing slimming clothes.
A hand reached down and picked the knife up, and Gohan stood up straight in front of her. He had taken an at-home computer job. He got his check in the mail, and he made the money a genius deserved. Grinning, he placed the knife on the counter and kissed her softly on the lips. "Nani? You were fine a little while ago. What, did you have a bad half-hour?" he laughed.
Videl growled. "Iie Gohan. It's just that I haven't finished cleaning the house, I haven't made lunch, we have to go to that stupid thing at Bulma's today, and mmph..." she was silenced by Gohan's soft lips descending over hers once again.
"Feeling any better yet?" he asked.
Videl smiled just barely, and absent-mindedly ran her hand over her stomach. "Umm... A little."
Gohan grinned as she rubbed her stomach and gently placed his hand over her own. He bent down just a bit, and began speaking to her stomach. "How are you? You know it's only been four and a half months since we found out your Okasan was pregnant. What'cha doin' in there?" he asked. He could hear Videl's loud laughter, but, of course, he didn't hear any sort of response from his unborn son. Grinning, Gohan stood up. "Nani? Is my talking to our son really that funny?" he asked.
"Hai, Gohan, it is. It's not like he's gonna answer, yet you insist on talking to him every day. Oh well, at least I know you'll be a good father to our son," she said, smiling. Glancing at the clock her eyes widened. "Kuso! We're late! C'mon Gohan, we have to get to Bulma's," she yelped while running to grab her coat. She turned around and was about to run out the door when a hand grasped her wrist, halting her.
"Sheesh, calm down. No one's gonna care if we're a little late to Vegeta's surprise birthday party.... Particularly Vegeta. I dont' know why Bulma insists on throwing him a party, it's probably going to get most of the gusets killed. Now just chill, will you?" he asked, his hands moving around her waist.
Videl sighed and relaxed. She'd been rather tense lately, and she wasn't sure exactly why. "Hai, Gohan. But we should still get going."
"Sure we can get going. I'll carry you. The last time your tried to fly, you ended up collapsing."
"Fine, whatever, let's just go," Videl muttered, letting Gohan pick her up and carry her away from their small house.
Actually, their house was anything but small, as it had been a gift from Bulma. She had given them a capsule house for graduation, and they had decapsulized the house next to Gohan's parents'. The house was actually large enough and advanced enough to have indoor plumbing.
Gohan flew quickly, but not too fast, as he was in no hurry to have his ass kicked by a pissed Vegeta. His mind wandered back to the day after graduation, and the day after he and Videl had received their gift from Bulma. This had been one hell of a day, more particularly for Videl...
@.@ ~Flashback~ @.@
Gohan picked up the phone, which had been ringing for almost a minute before he had remembered that he was the only one home.
"Konnichi'wa, Son residence," he said into the phone, speaking in the manner his mother had programmed into him.
"Gohan, did you know you sound like a robot when you answer the phone like that?" a beautiful voice laughed on the other side of the phone.
"Haha. Well, hello to you too Videl," he said, a mocking air of wounded intelligence affecting him.
"Aww, c'mon, you know I didn't mean anything by that."
"Oh, sure. Fine. I'm fine," Gohan teased.
"Shizuka ni. Did it ever occur to you that I might have actually to talk to you about something?"
"Oh, Gomen. Well, go ahead, what did you want to say?" Gohan asked.
"I actually wanted you to come to my house... I'm, Umm... I'm gonna tell my otosan everything today, and I think I'm gonna need some support," Videl's voice whispered.
"Oh, well, of course. Umm... Yeah, I'll be right over. Don't tell him anything without me, okay? I'm kind of afraid of what he might do, so just let me be there when you tell him..."
"Hai, Gohan. I'll wait," Videl said. "See you in a little bit, Love you."
"I love you too, see ya," Gohan answered. He could tell that she was waiting for him to hang up the phone, but he didn't want to hang up the phone first either. After almost three minutes, he finally hung up the phone.
Running to the door he took off at mach speeds throught the air. He didn't want to keep Videl waiting, especially since she seemed so anxious about telling her father. Closing in on the Satan City outskirts, Gohan landed and began walking. He didn't wear his Saiyaman costume much anymore, and Satan City would probably be more surprised to find the Great Saiyaman flying around than your 'average' kid lately. Still, Gohan did want to at least hurry, and therefore dodged in and out of alleys at super-human speeds. He eyed the Satan mansion and skid to a halt at the entrance.
"Konnichi'wa! I'm here to see Videl," Gohan said to the head guard.
The guard looked him over carefully. "Miss Videl didn't mention anything about any guests, boy. Now shoo!" he said, then burped. Gohan didn't have time to try and argue as Videl ran out to greet him.
"Hey, I told you that he was coming over Buddy, so I don't want you telling him to go away again. Why do you always tell Gohan to go away?" she asked.
"It's my duty to protect you Miss, and I don't think you should have a boyfriend," Buddy responded.
Videl rolled her eyes and opened the gate, letting Gohan in. She leaned up and kissed him deep against his lips, and then turned around to Buddy. "I don't have a boyfriend. I'm Gohan's fiancé." She linked her arm with Gohan's and lead him toward the house, away from the stunned guard. She opened the door and lead Gohan into the living room. Hercule was already there, as she had told him she wanted to talk to him about something earlier.
When Hercule saw Gohan, he stood up and clenched his hand into a fist. "Videl, I told you I didn't want you bringing him into my house again! I don't care if he's your boyfriend or not, he's not welcome in my sight!" He roared.
"Otosan, Gohan's here with me, not to piss you off. Now otosan, will you please sit down, I have some big news..." Videl sighed.
"I won't sit until this freak does. I don't need to sit anyways, just spit it out!" Hercule was late for another date, and he didn't feel like staying here much longer.
"Umm... There's really no easy way to say this, is there?" She fumbled with the words in her head.
"I'm losing my patience..." Hercule growled.
"Otosan... I-I'm pregnant... Gohan's the father... And we're getting married..." she decided not to wait for the first part sank in before she alerted him of the rest. She had turned away from him before she spoke, and now she turned back to him, sweating the whole time. She barely had a second to blink before he had grabbed her wrist and thrown her onto the couch.
Gohan stared in disbelief, anger swelling through his body.
Hercule just barely held her body above the couch by her arm. "Whore! You little wench! you're getting an abortion, you bitch!" Hercule shrieked.
Videl whimpered. She knew she could beat him, but she'd told herself long ago that she'd never hurt her otosan again. Not after that one time... "Iie, iie..." she cried. "I didn't come to ask... ask permission. I-I can do what I want. I'm delivering the child," she gasped.
Hercule's face turned bright red in his anger. "Shimatta slut! You are NOT going to disgrace my name by delivering that bastard's brat. I'll beat the child out of you!" he screamed. He pulled his hand back, then threw the punch toward his daughter's stomach. His fist never landed though, as something pulled it back, and he was forced to turn and face Gohan's wrath.
Gohan's eyes were turquoise, and his hair blonde. He stared at Hercule with a blind fury, and he didn't even comprehend what he was doing as he yanked the larger man away from his Videl and his unborn child. "Bastard," Gohan hissed. "Don't you EVER touch her AGAIN!" Gohan screamed. He squeezed his hand around Hercule's fist until he heard the break as it shattered. Hercule screamed in a way that most people described as 'girlie'. Gohan glanced down to own other hand, which was dripping with his own blood from his nails biting into his palm. His attention was soon caught by Videl's sobbing, and he ran to her, ignoring Hercule. "Videl, are you okay?"
"Yeah, f-fine," ignoring her obviously injured arm, she stood up, being greeted with Gohan's open arms. She stayed in his arms for a few minutes and calmed herself down, while Hercule continued to make a scene by screaming like a child. "Gohan..."
"Videl, we have that capsule house. C'mon, I'll help you get your stuff packed, then we can go back to our house..." he smiled gently at her.
Videl nodded in agreement. "Hai. Gohan, can you go ask one of the maids for my carrier capsule?" she asked. Gohan nodded and walked off to find a maid, while she walked off in the direction of the stairs. Once he was out of sight he finally powered down.
Hercule continued to scream about his hand until Gohan left the room, he then gained a sick smirk and followed his daughter out of the room.
Gohan found the only maid who ever liked him. "Hey, you know what Videl and I have been planning, right?" Gohan asked.
The maid smiled sadly. "Hai, Little Miss Videl is leaving. I watched that girl grow ever since she was four and a half... Such a sweet girl, despite that attitude," she handed Gohan Videl's capsule as a scream rang through the house.
"What the hell is he thinking?! Bastard..." Gohan hissed, and before the maid had even the time to process what the scream meant, Gohan was gone.
Hercule had cornered Videl in her room, and with one hand he had begun beating on her stomach. Videl cried out for Gohan, but she refused to fight back. That one time she'd fought back before... When he was drunk... She'd nearly killed him, and this had been a week after her mother had died. So Videl basically let her father beat the shit out of her. But as he began hitting harder, she became fearful for the child. With a shriek, she had punched her otosan across the face, and watched as he flew across the room.
Gohan ran in on time to see Hercule thrown across the room. The next thing he was aware of was Videl in his arms, sobbing. "Videl?"
"Gohan, I-I need th-that capsule. I'm not w-welcome here an-an-anymore..." Videl's tears were soaking Gohan's shirt as she cried.
Gohan passed the capsule to her and a few minutes later they were leaving. First to their house, and then to the hospital, to check on the child and Videl's arm.
~End Flashback~
Gohan dropped to the ground in front of Capsule Corp., surprised that his otosan hadn't arrived yet. But then again, he was probably eating. Bulma walked out, grinning at Videl.
"My god! You're so big!" she screamed, looking at Videl's stomach, which really wasn't all that big.
Videl blushed a little bit, and clung a little tighter to Gohan's arm. "Umm..."
Bulma ignored Videl for a moment and turned to Gohan instead. "Would you go get Vegeta from the trainer... I've been calling him for at least an hour, and I still need to finish setting up inside."
Gohan nodded. "Hai, I'll go get him," Gohan muttered.
"Videl, you can come with me. I'm so excited about your wedding! You can try on the dress again!" Bulma squealed. They had gotten the dress large, because the wedding wasn't for a few more weeks.
As far as Videl was concerned, That dress was one of the seven sins anyways, and she couldn't care less if she didn't fit into it anymore. "Umm... Arigato... I think I'll go with Gohan though," she spoke quietly, and then practically dragged Gohan around to the back of the house.
Gohan walked up to the gravity Trainer in the back and knocked. Only Bulma knew the password to turn the gravity down, and Gohan had to rely on the mistaken notion that Vegeta would answer to him knocking on the door. "Vegeta, get out!" Gohan yelled, but the only response he received was a particularly loud explosion. Gohan sighed. He knew Vegeta wouldn't come out of there, unless there was food.
Videl was getting angry, and she didn't feel like waiting, so she walked up to the trainer instead. "Hey, bastard of the Saiayjins! Get your ass out here! I don't feel like waiting for you!" she screamed into the trainer.
Gohan stared wide-eyed at Videl. "Kuso!" he cursed. Turning around, he was greeted with an energy attack that could easily kill Videl, and possibly him along with it. Gohan threw his body over Videl's as the attack hit its targets and threw them along the backyard of capsule corp and into the wall of the house, which had long ago been Saiyajin proofed. Gohan and Videl's bodies were crushed into the wall while Gohan's flesh burned a bit. Finally regaining his composure, Gohan turned around and forced the attack away from both him and Videl.
Gohan's body collapsed over Videl's for a moment, and he looked up to where Vegeta was standing. "What the hell were you thinking?!" Gohan screamed.
Vegeta just continued to smirk at the small wounds inflicted on Gohan's back, and the distraught manner in which he was acting.
"Goh- Goh- Gohan?" Videl's tiny voice, choking on her words, caught Gohan's attention.
"Videl?" Gohan turned to her, finding her grasping at her stomach and desperately not to cry. "What's wrong, Videl? Are you okay?" Gohan asked. He knelt down so that he was level with her, although he couldn't see her eyes as they were clenched tightly shut.
"Gohan, Gohan I think..." she cut herself off in mid-sentence, for she was about to start crying if she opened her mouth again.
"Videl, what's wrong?!" Gohan asked.
"Isn't it obvious brat? The on'na's in labor.." Vegeta stated quite calmly, although underneath, his emotions were in turmoil.
Gohan gulped and turned to Videl. "Videl, is he right?" Gohan gulped.
Videl had tears in her eyes, but whether they were from pain or worry no one could tell, or maybe it was a little bit of both. Slowly she nodded her head. "My... water broke..." she coughed.
Gohan lost at least three shades of color. His mind shut down, but fortunately, his body seemed to have the instinct to at least try and help. Gohan bent down and lifted Videl into his arms, and then he turned to Vegeta. "Hey, you live here, help me! Get a doctor or something!" Gohan yelled. Vegeta wasn't one to be bossed around, especially not by a third class baka's son, but even he knew when not to cross the line, and this was it.
Vegeta lead Gohan into Cpasule Corp. and down the corridor that was becoming just a little too familiar to Gohan and Videl. He opened one of the doors and indicated for Gohan to put Videl on one of the beds. Gohan obeyed and carried Videl to the bed. Vegeta left to get one of the doctors. Bulma always used the intercom, but when you have the Vegeta Fear Factor, who needs the intercom?
Gohan's body trembled with fear. This was the kind of fear that ate you from the inside out. The kind of fear that made a person feel as though they were going to be sick. Gohan held Videl's hand, and she continued to groan in pain... And terror... Terror for their unborn child. The child who had barely even had half of the time he needed in her womb.
Vegeta walked back into the room, holding two doctors, each by the collars of their shirts. The doctors quivered in fear as Vegeta dropped them onto the floor. "Get to work! That brat's on'na is in labor early, so fix it!" he growled.
The frightened staff scrambled to their feet, and the more composed of the two walked over to Gohan."Uhh... Sir?" he squeaked. "You need to leave, sir..."
Gohan looked up from the trance he was in. Glaring, he turned to the doctor. "Why?..." he whispered. Gohan's normally happy face was completely emotionless, except for the look in his eyes which betrayed him. He was livid, and his eyes were so full of anger that one could almost see the flames roaring inside of them.
"Please, sir," the doctor was nearly crying in fear now. "N-n-normally, normally you'd be allowed to stay in here during the b-b-birth, but-but this one requires s-s-special care. Please, we can't have any extra per-person in here..."
Gohan scowled, but as his angry eyes lifted, he noticed Vegeta in the doorway. "Hai... I'll leave you..." Gohan said. His voice dripped in a malevolent venom. Slowly, calmly, he walked over to Vegeta. "Come... They'd like us to leave..." Gohan said in an almost sadistic tone. Actually, it was beyond sadistic, he sounded quite mad.
Vegeta walked out of the room, trying to keep himself composed, for the look in Gohan's eyes and the tone of Gohan's voice had even frozen his insides. Gohan continued to glare at him once they had left. "Nani?" Vegeta growled.
"You..." Gohan hissed the word, spat it out like a poison.
Then, before even Gohan himself could blink, he had reached out and grabbed Vegeta's throat and was strangling him. Vegeta's ki rose as he became more pissed, but everytime Vegeta's energy rose more, Gohan brought his own up to match it. Soon, though, Gohan was surpassing Vegeta, even after both had gone Super Saiyan. Vegeta's knee came up to crash into Gohan's stomach, and Gohan let go, stunned for a moment. But as the pain faded away, it faded into an even greater anger, and Gohan attacked again. This time though, he attacked with punches, kicks, knees, anything to cause the most lasting pain to Vegeta's body and ego.
Vegeta did block most of the attacks, for Gohan couldn't even see from his anger. But as Vegeta blocked the attacks and then hit back, he realized that his attacks hadn't even come close to phasing the enraged Saiyajin before him. And as if this weren't enough, every time Vegeta blocked one of Gohan's attacks, all he really succeeded in doing was injuring himself. His arms were bruised and weakened, and Gohan's energy continued to rise. As Vegeta looked up again, he spotted tears in Gohan's irate face, and he realized that Gohan may have been pissed, but he wasn't as sadistic as he had thought.
Gohan's fist crashed against vegeta's jaw, and the older Saiyajin stumbled backwards, startled by the sudden connection with Gohan's fist. Gohan began swinging blindly again, but this time he managed to connect with Vegeta much more often. He kneed Vegeta in the stomach, and threw yet another punch in the direction of Vegeta's face, but that attack never landed.
Vegeta glared, looking up. He noticed Goku standing behind Gohan, holding his oldest son Full-nelson style. Gohan fought for a few minutes, and eventually he broke free. He screamed, powering up even farther. He was surpassing Super Saiyan level two, but at the last second his body gave out, and he collapsed to his knees, and then to the floor entirely.
Chichi and Goten were standing behind Goku, having appeared with him. Goku blinked several, times, having only seen his son in such a state once... During the Cell Games. And even then, Gohan appeared to have more control over himself than now.
"Umm... What the hell just happened?" he asked.
Vegeta didn't answer, instead he simply crossed his arms and scowled. It was at this time that Bulma and Trunks entered the hallway as well. Trunks noticed Gohan on the ground, but he held back the exclamation that he was tempted to say. Bulma, on the other hand, screamed, and ran to Gohan and then stood up and turned to Vegeta. "What the fuck did you do?!"
"Hmmph... The brat did that to himself. I hurt his baka on'na, and she went into labor, so the brat blew up at me and exerted too much energy..." Vegeta growled. He almost smirked at the fact that he had injured Videl, but he felt something similar to remorse for the child creeping into the back of his mind.
Chichi stared as the words slowly registered. The sudden scream was what indicated that she finally realized what it meant. She screamed and leaned against the wall, sobbing. Goku would have helped, he would have done anything to make her feel better at all, but he was too stunned. Chichi suddenly ran down the hall and from their line of vision.
Goten watched the adults' reaction, not truly understanding all that was going on. He inched over to Trunks and pulled him away for a minute. "Trunks, what's happening?" he asked quietly. Trunks looked over to the adults, and then decided it would be safer to explain this somewhere else.
"C'mon," Trunks said, and he ran in the direction of his room, Goten following.
Goku eyed his son for a few more seconds. "Vegeta, I-I... Why'd you do that?"
Vegeta growled. "His baka on'na called me a bastard. I don't take shit from any human."
Bulma grabbed his shoulder and pulled him down the hall a few steps. "Vegeta, do you have any idea what you might've done?!" she yelled. She noted the expressionless face, and then grabbed him to bring him to their room. She pulled him inside, surprised that he hadn't yelled at her for directing him. She shut the door and turned to face him. "Vegeta... Don't you feel bad in the slightest? You may have just killed one or both of the most important people in Gohan's life!" she asked.
"Hmmph..." Vegeta crossed his arms as he leaned against the bed post. "Why should I care what happens to that baka's family?"
Bulma walked up to him, continuing to glare. "Well, what if it was me? And... And Trunks... Would you care then?"
"Our brat's already born..." he scoffed.
"Vegeta! You know what I mean. Would you care at all if it were me in there, and I was pregnant with Trunks?!" she was almost hysterical now. "Vegeta?!"
Vegeta turned away from her and glared at the window across the room. He felt her brush passed him, and then sit on the bed. He then heard her rummaging through her drawers, and his sharp hearing even heard the stifled sobs... As well as some of the words she was saying...
"...called him... bastard... I call him a bastard... Asshole... Here..." Bulma suddenly sighed, and Vegeta's curiosity got the better of him as he turned around.
Nothing would have prepared him for what he saw. Of all the things he expected, he didn't expect to see Bulma sitting on the edge of the bed, holding a knife in her hands...
"On'na, what the hell are you doing?!" he yelled. Even he was startled, and, although no one else knew it, he always took great care in knowing everything about her.
Bulma turned to Vegeta. "Vegeta, would you care at all if I killed myself right here?" she asked quietly.
"On'na, put the damn knife down. You're being more of a baka than normal..." he continued to glare straight back into her eyes.
"Vegeta, I'm the only one here... No one else is going to know what you say... Now answer!" she shrieked.
Vegeta didn't respond, but instead he walked up to her and pulled the knife from her hands, crumpling into nothing more than a ball of tinfoil once he had it. "You weren't really going to kill yourself..." his voice was a dangerous growl, and he fought to control his anger as he grabbed her. "Were you?! You were using that to threaten me, weren't you?!" he lost control for a second, but that was all it took to smack her back down onto the bed.
Bulma didn't cry, although there was an incredible burning in her quickly swelling cheek. And she didn't look up either, she simply held a hand to her tender cheek and curled into a ball on the bed.
Vegeta suddenly felt as though someone had torn his stomach out. He'd never wanted to hurt her... He'd never try and do that to her... Never... "Bulma?" he asked. He knew he was weakening as she whimpered. Slowly, he bent down to her and eventually sat down next to her on the bed. He wasn't used to dealing with any of his emotions. Emotions were something to be shoved into the back of one's head and ignored. But if he was going to keep Bulma, he was going to have to show something... Some sort of emotion, anything to prove that he cared.
"Ass..." she whispered.
"Bulma," he knew it was weird for him to call her by her name... But calling her on'na wasn't going to help him any either... "Shimatta... You know it's hard for me to say it," he muttered. Tentatively he reached out and pulled her face in his direction, but he winced as he looked at her injured cheek. "Fine... Hai, I do feel b-bad... Guilty, about.. Shimatta.. I feel bad that I've probably killed the brat's brat... And even his baka on'na... You happy now?!" Vegeta yelled.
Bulma blinked at him. "Wow... Ha! That wasn't so hard, was it Vegeta?" she asked, smirking.
Vegeta growled. "Hmmph..." He looked to her as she sat up, and despite the situation, he found himself closing in on her lips. He leaned his body weight against her as she giggled into his mouth. She laid back as he pulled himself over her, and supported himself with one hand. His free hand slipped down her body, and then slid under her shirt. She pushed her body upwards against his, but he suddenly pulled back, breaking the kiss.
Bulma looked in his eyes and found fear, and he wasn't even trying to hide it either. "Vegeta, what's wrong?"
"On'na, you know about the Saiyajin bonding, and how it isn't completed until marriage? And if one of them dies after they've mated and before they're married, the other one dies as well?"
Bulma blinked. "Hai... Why?"
"The brat and his mate aren't married yet... And his mate's energy just disappeared..."
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It's been what, a month or something? Sorry, but do you know that I only got four reviews in over a month?! SHEESH! So, you people are gonna have to suffer through cliff-hangers, 'cause that's what gets more reviews! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!
Actually... I really don't care all that much about reviews, although I'd love for you to review, I just LOVE cliffies..
Would I kill Videl? Or Gohan? Or the child? Uh... DUH! Of course! Well, maybe not the child, I don't know if I'd have the heart to do that... Wait... I don't have a heart...
You know, that expression doesn't make much sense. Anyways... Here's shoutouts to the nice reviewers!
To Luinthoron: Your welcome! That last chappy was so beautiful, and now this... Well, at least now you know what her father said/did.
To Android 71: Umm... Thanks! YAY! Uhh... Please don't kill me for this chappy though... ^-^;
To Gohan: Ummm... No, there won't be a sequel, I'm still working on this one! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! And believe me, you won't need a sequel after this fic...
To Katrak: Thanks, you acutally reviewed! I'm surprised... Love birds? Yup! That's exactly what they are... Can't live without each other? Funny you'd say that... EHEHEHEHEHEH.... Ummm... Sweatdrop?
Thank you to all of you lovely people! And I hope you like this chappy.... Uh... Bye!
~Videl~ ~Z~
A/N: I needed a little Writer's Block Break from my Christmas fic.
Videl was washing the dishes. Reaching for the soap, she knocked a butter knife to the floor. "Damn it! Is it some sort of law that when you're pregnant you'll drop things?!" she yelled. Her stomach had gotten considerably larger, but she was only four and a half months pregnant, so she wasn't too large. She was just big enough that she'd gone up a few pant sizes. Still, she did a good job of hiding it by wearing slimming clothes.
A hand reached down and picked the knife up, and Gohan stood up straight in front of her. He had taken an at-home computer job. He got his check in the mail, and he made the money a genius deserved. Grinning, he placed the knife on the counter and kissed her softly on the lips. "Nani? You were fine a little while ago. What, did you have a bad half-hour?" he laughed.
Videl growled. "Iie Gohan. It's just that I haven't finished cleaning the house, I haven't made lunch, we have to go to that stupid thing at Bulma's today, and mmph..." she was silenced by Gohan's soft lips descending over hers once again.
"Feeling any better yet?" he asked.
Videl smiled just barely, and absent-mindedly ran her hand over her stomach. "Umm... A little."
Gohan grinned as she rubbed her stomach and gently placed his hand over her own. He bent down just a bit, and began speaking to her stomach. "How are you? You know it's only been four and a half months since we found out your Okasan was pregnant. What'cha doin' in there?" he asked. He could hear Videl's loud laughter, but, of course, he didn't hear any sort of response from his unborn son. Grinning, Gohan stood up. "Nani? Is my talking to our son really that funny?" he asked.
"Hai, Gohan, it is. It's not like he's gonna answer, yet you insist on talking to him every day. Oh well, at least I know you'll be a good father to our son," she said, smiling. Glancing at the clock her eyes widened. "Kuso! We're late! C'mon Gohan, we have to get to Bulma's," she yelped while running to grab her coat. She turned around and was about to run out the door when a hand grasped her wrist, halting her.
"Sheesh, calm down. No one's gonna care if we're a little late to Vegeta's surprise birthday party.... Particularly Vegeta. I dont' know why Bulma insists on throwing him a party, it's probably going to get most of the gusets killed. Now just chill, will you?" he asked, his hands moving around her waist.
Videl sighed and relaxed. She'd been rather tense lately, and she wasn't sure exactly why. "Hai, Gohan. But we should still get going."
"Sure we can get going. I'll carry you. The last time your tried to fly, you ended up collapsing."
"Fine, whatever, let's just go," Videl muttered, letting Gohan pick her up and carry her away from their small house.
Actually, their house was anything but small, as it had been a gift from Bulma. She had given them a capsule house for graduation, and they had decapsulized the house next to Gohan's parents'. The house was actually large enough and advanced enough to have indoor plumbing.
Gohan flew quickly, but not too fast, as he was in no hurry to have his ass kicked by a pissed Vegeta. His mind wandered back to the day after graduation, and the day after he and Videl had received their gift from Bulma. This had been one hell of a day, more particularly for Videl...
@.@ ~Flashback~ @.@
Gohan picked up the phone, which had been ringing for almost a minute before he had remembered that he was the only one home.
"Konnichi'wa, Son residence," he said into the phone, speaking in the manner his mother had programmed into him.
"Gohan, did you know you sound like a robot when you answer the phone like that?" a beautiful voice laughed on the other side of the phone.
"Haha. Well, hello to you too Videl," he said, a mocking air of wounded intelligence affecting him.
"Aww, c'mon, you know I didn't mean anything by that."
"Oh, sure. Fine. I'm fine," Gohan teased.
"Shizuka ni. Did it ever occur to you that I might have actually to talk to you about something?"
"Oh, Gomen. Well, go ahead, what did you want to say?" Gohan asked.
"I actually wanted you to come to my house... I'm, Umm... I'm gonna tell my otosan everything today, and I think I'm gonna need some support," Videl's voice whispered.
"Oh, well, of course. Umm... Yeah, I'll be right over. Don't tell him anything without me, okay? I'm kind of afraid of what he might do, so just let me be there when you tell him..."
"Hai, Gohan. I'll wait," Videl said. "See you in a little bit, Love you."
"I love you too, see ya," Gohan answered. He could tell that she was waiting for him to hang up the phone, but he didn't want to hang up the phone first either. After almost three minutes, he finally hung up the phone.
Running to the door he took off at mach speeds throught the air. He didn't want to keep Videl waiting, especially since she seemed so anxious about telling her father. Closing in on the Satan City outskirts, Gohan landed and began walking. He didn't wear his Saiyaman costume much anymore, and Satan City would probably be more surprised to find the Great Saiyaman flying around than your 'average' kid lately. Still, Gohan did want to at least hurry, and therefore dodged in and out of alleys at super-human speeds. He eyed the Satan mansion and skid to a halt at the entrance.
"Konnichi'wa! I'm here to see Videl," Gohan said to the head guard.
The guard looked him over carefully. "Miss Videl didn't mention anything about any guests, boy. Now shoo!" he said, then burped. Gohan didn't have time to try and argue as Videl ran out to greet him.
"Hey, I told you that he was coming over Buddy, so I don't want you telling him to go away again. Why do you always tell Gohan to go away?" she asked.
"It's my duty to protect you Miss, and I don't think you should have a boyfriend," Buddy responded.
Videl rolled her eyes and opened the gate, letting Gohan in. She leaned up and kissed him deep against his lips, and then turned around to Buddy. "I don't have a boyfriend. I'm Gohan's fiancé." She linked her arm with Gohan's and lead him toward the house, away from the stunned guard. She opened the door and lead Gohan into the living room. Hercule was already there, as she had told him she wanted to talk to him about something earlier.
When Hercule saw Gohan, he stood up and clenched his hand into a fist. "Videl, I told you I didn't want you bringing him into my house again! I don't care if he's your boyfriend or not, he's not welcome in my sight!" He roared.
"Otosan, Gohan's here with me, not to piss you off. Now otosan, will you please sit down, I have some big news..." Videl sighed.
"I won't sit until this freak does. I don't need to sit anyways, just spit it out!" Hercule was late for another date, and he didn't feel like staying here much longer.
"Umm... There's really no easy way to say this, is there?" She fumbled with the words in her head.
"I'm losing my patience..." Hercule growled.
"Otosan... I-I'm pregnant... Gohan's the father... And we're getting married..." she decided not to wait for the first part sank in before she alerted him of the rest. She had turned away from him before she spoke, and now she turned back to him, sweating the whole time. She barely had a second to blink before he had grabbed her wrist and thrown her onto the couch.
Gohan stared in disbelief, anger swelling through his body.
Hercule just barely held her body above the couch by her arm. "Whore! You little wench! you're getting an abortion, you bitch!" Hercule shrieked.
Videl whimpered. She knew she could beat him, but she'd told herself long ago that she'd never hurt her otosan again. Not after that one time... "Iie, iie..." she cried. "I didn't come to ask... ask permission. I-I can do what I want. I'm delivering the child," she gasped.
Hercule's face turned bright red in his anger. "Shimatta slut! You are NOT going to disgrace my name by delivering that bastard's brat. I'll beat the child out of you!" he screamed. He pulled his hand back, then threw the punch toward his daughter's stomach. His fist never landed though, as something pulled it back, and he was forced to turn and face Gohan's wrath.
Gohan's eyes were turquoise, and his hair blonde. He stared at Hercule with a blind fury, and he didn't even comprehend what he was doing as he yanked the larger man away from his Videl and his unborn child. "Bastard," Gohan hissed. "Don't you EVER touch her AGAIN!" Gohan screamed. He squeezed his hand around Hercule's fist until he heard the break as it shattered. Hercule screamed in a way that most people described as 'girlie'. Gohan glanced down to own other hand, which was dripping with his own blood from his nails biting into his palm. His attention was soon caught by Videl's sobbing, and he ran to her, ignoring Hercule. "Videl, are you okay?"
"Yeah, f-fine," ignoring her obviously injured arm, she stood up, being greeted with Gohan's open arms. She stayed in his arms for a few minutes and calmed herself down, while Hercule continued to make a scene by screaming like a child. "Gohan..."
"Videl, we have that capsule house. C'mon, I'll help you get your stuff packed, then we can go back to our house..." he smiled gently at her.
Videl nodded in agreement. "Hai. Gohan, can you go ask one of the maids for my carrier capsule?" she asked. Gohan nodded and walked off to find a maid, while she walked off in the direction of the stairs. Once he was out of sight he finally powered down.
Hercule continued to scream about his hand until Gohan left the room, he then gained a sick smirk and followed his daughter out of the room.
Gohan found the only maid who ever liked him. "Hey, you know what Videl and I have been planning, right?" Gohan asked.
The maid smiled sadly. "Hai, Little Miss Videl is leaving. I watched that girl grow ever since she was four and a half... Such a sweet girl, despite that attitude," she handed Gohan Videl's capsule as a scream rang through the house.
"What the hell is he thinking?! Bastard..." Gohan hissed, and before the maid had even the time to process what the scream meant, Gohan was gone.
Hercule had cornered Videl in her room, and with one hand he had begun beating on her stomach. Videl cried out for Gohan, but she refused to fight back. That one time she'd fought back before... When he was drunk... She'd nearly killed him, and this had been a week after her mother had died. So Videl basically let her father beat the shit out of her. But as he began hitting harder, she became fearful for the child. With a shriek, she had punched her otosan across the face, and watched as he flew across the room.
Gohan ran in on time to see Hercule thrown across the room. The next thing he was aware of was Videl in his arms, sobbing. "Videl?"
"Gohan, I-I need th-that capsule. I'm not w-welcome here an-an-anymore..." Videl's tears were soaking Gohan's shirt as she cried.
Gohan passed the capsule to her and a few minutes later they were leaving. First to their house, and then to the hospital, to check on the child and Videl's arm.
~End Flashback~
Gohan dropped to the ground in front of Capsule Corp., surprised that his otosan hadn't arrived yet. But then again, he was probably eating. Bulma walked out, grinning at Videl.
"My god! You're so big!" she screamed, looking at Videl's stomach, which really wasn't all that big.
Videl blushed a little bit, and clung a little tighter to Gohan's arm. "Umm..."
Bulma ignored Videl for a moment and turned to Gohan instead. "Would you go get Vegeta from the trainer... I've been calling him for at least an hour, and I still need to finish setting up inside."
Gohan nodded. "Hai, I'll go get him," Gohan muttered.
"Videl, you can come with me. I'm so excited about your wedding! You can try on the dress again!" Bulma squealed. They had gotten the dress large, because the wedding wasn't for a few more weeks.
As far as Videl was concerned, That dress was one of the seven sins anyways, and she couldn't care less if she didn't fit into it anymore. "Umm... Arigato... I think I'll go with Gohan though," she spoke quietly, and then practically dragged Gohan around to the back of the house.
Gohan walked up to the gravity Trainer in the back and knocked. Only Bulma knew the password to turn the gravity down, and Gohan had to rely on the mistaken notion that Vegeta would answer to him knocking on the door. "Vegeta, get out!" Gohan yelled, but the only response he received was a particularly loud explosion. Gohan sighed. He knew Vegeta wouldn't come out of there, unless there was food.
Videl was getting angry, and she didn't feel like waiting, so she walked up to the trainer instead. "Hey, bastard of the Saiayjins! Get your ass out here! I don't feel like waiting for you!" she screamed into the trainer.
Gohan stared wide-eyed at Videl. "Kuso!" he cursed. Turning around, he was greeted with an energy attack that could easily kill Videl, and possibly him along with it. Gohan threw his body over Videl's as the attack hit its targets and threw them along the backyard of capsule corp and into the wall of the house, which had long ago been Saiyajin proofed. Gohan and Videl's bodies were crushed into the wall while Gohan's flesh burned a bit. Finally regaining his composure, Gohan turned around and forced the attack away from both him and Videl.
Gohan's body collapsed over Videl's for a moment, and he looked up to where Vegeta was standing. "What the hell were you thinking?!" Gohan screamed.
Vegeta just continued to smirk at the small wounds inflicted on Gohan's back, and the distraught manner in which he was acting.
"Goh- Goh- Gohan?" Videl's tiny voice, choking on her words, caught Gohan's attention.
"Videl?" Gohan turned to her, finding her grasping at her stomach and desperately not to cry. "What's wrong, Videl? Are you okay?" Gohan asked. He knelt down so that he was level with her, although he couldn't see her eyes as they were clenched tightly shut.
"Gohan, Gohan I think..." she cut herself off in mid-sentence, for she was about to start crying if she opened her mouth again.
"Videl, what's wrong?!" Gohan asked.
"Isn't it obvious brat? The on'na's in labor.." Vegeta stated quite calmly, although underneath, his emotions were in turmoil.
Gohan gulped and turned to Videl. "Videl, is he right?" Gohan gulped.
Videl had tears in her eyes, but whether they were from pain or worry no one could tell, or maybe it was a little bit of both. Slowly she nodded her head. "My... water broke..." she coughed.
Gohan lost at least three shades of color. His mind shut down, but fortunately, his body seemed to have the instinct to at least try and help. Gohan bent down and lifted Videl into his arms, and then he turned to Vegeta. "Hey, you live here, help me! Get a doctor or something!" Gohan yelled. Vegeta wasn't one to be bossed around, especially not by a third class baka's son, but even he knew when not to cross the line, and this was it.
Vegeta lead Gohan into Cpasule Corp. and down the corridor that was becoming just a little too familiar to Gohan and Videl. He opened one of the doors and indicated for Gohan to put Videl on one of the beds. Gohan obeyed and carried Videl to the bed. Vegeta left to get one of the doctors. Bulma always used the intercom, but when you have the Vegeta Fear Factor, who needs the intercom?
Gohan's body trembled with fear. This was the kind of fear that ate you from the inside out. The kind of fear that made a person feel as though they were going to be sick. Gohan held Videl's hand, and she continued to groan in pain... And terror... Terror for their unborn child. The child who had barely even had half of the time he needed in her womb.
Vegeta walked back into the room, holding two doctors, each by the collars of their shirts. The doctors quivered in fear as Vegeta dropped them onto the floor. "Get to work! That brat's on'na is in labor early, so fix it!" he growled.
The frightened staff scrambled to their feet, and the more composed of the two walked over to Gohan."Uhh... Sir?" he squeaked. "You need to leave, sir..."
Gohan looked up from the trance he was in. Glaring, he turned to the doctor. "Why?..." he whispered. Gohan's normally happy face was completely emotionless, except for the look in his eyes which betrayed him. He was livid, and his eyes were so full of anger that one could almost see the flames roaring inside of them.
"Please, sir," the doctor was nearly crying in fear now. "N-n-normally, normally you'd be allowed to stay in here during the b-b-birth, but-but this one requires s-s-special care. Please, we can't have any extra per-person in here..."
Gohan scowled, but as his angry eyes lifted, he noticed Vegeta in the doorway. "Hai... I'll leave you..." Gohan said. His voice dripped in a malevolent venom. Slowly, calmly, he walked over to Vegeta. "Come... They'd like us to leave..." Gohan said in an almost sadistic tone. Actually, it was beyond sadistic, he sounded quite mad.
Vegeta walked out of the room, trying to keep himself composed, for the look in Gohan's eyes and the tone of Gohan's voice had even frozen his insides. Gohan continued to glare at him once they had left. "Nani?" Vegeta growled.
"You..." Gohan hissed the word, spat it out like a poison.
Then, before even Gohan himself could blink, he had reached out and grabbed Vegeta's throat and was strangling him. Vegeta's ki rose as he became more pissed, but everytime Vegeta's energy rose more, Gohan brought his own up to match it. Soon, though, Gohan was surpassing Vegeta, even after both had gone Super Saiyan. Vegeta's knee came up to crash into Gohan's stomach, and Gohan let go, stunned for a moment. But as the pain faded away, it faded into an even greater anger, and Gohan attacked again. This time though, he attacked with punches, kicks, knees, anything to cause the most lasting pain to Vegeta's body and ego.
Vegeta did block most of the attacks, for Gohan couldn't even see from his anger. But as Vegeta blocked the attacks and then hit back, he realized that his attacks hadn't even come close to phasing the enraged Saiyajin before him. And as if this weren't enough, every time Vegeta blocked one of Gohan's attacks, all he really succeeded in doing was injuring himself. His arms were bruised and weakened, and Gohan's energy continued to rise. As Vegeta looked up again, he spotted tears in Gohan's irate face, and he realized that Gohan may have been pissed, but he wasn't as sadistic as he had thought.
Gohan's fist crashed against vegeta's jaw, and the older Saiyajin stumbled backwards, startled by the sudden connection with Gohan's fist. Gohan began swinging blindly again, but this time he managed to connect with Vegeta much more often. He kneed Vegeta in the stomach, and threw yet another punch in the direction of Vegeta's face, but that attack never landed.
Vegeta glared, looking up. He noticed Goku standing behind Gohan, holding his oldest son Full-nelson style. Gohan fought for a few minutes, and eventually he broke free. He screamed, powering up even farther. He was surpassing Super Saiyan level two, but at the last second his body gave out, and he collapsed to his knees, and then to the floor entirely.
Chichi and Goten were standing behind Goku, having appeared with him. Goku blinked several, times, having only seen his son in such a state once... During the Cell Games. And even then, Gohan appeared to have more control over himself than now.
"Umm... What the hell just happened?" he asked.
Vegeta didn't answer, instead he simply crossed his arms and scowled. It was at this time that Bulma and Trunks entered the hallway as well. Trunks noticed Gohan on the ground, but he held back the exclamation that he was tempted to say. Bulma, on the other hand, screamed, and ran to Gohan and then stood up and turned to Vegeta. "What the fuck did you do?!"
"Hmmph... The brat did that to himself. I hurt his baka on'na, and she went into labor, so the brat blew up at me and exerted too much energy..." Vegeta growled. He almost smirked at the fact that he had injured Videl, but he felt something similar to remorse for the child creeping into the back of his mind.
Chichi stared as the words slowly registered. The sudden scream was what indicated that she finally realized what it meant. She screamed and leaned against the wall, sobbing. Goku would have helped, he would have done anything to make her feel better at all, but he was too stunned. Chichi suddenly ran down the hall and from their line of vision.
Goten watched the adults' reaction, not truly understanding all that was going on. He inched over to Trunks and pulled him away for a minute. "Trunks, what's happening?" he asked quietly. Trunks looked over to the adults, and then decided it would be safer to explain this somewhere else.
"C'mon," Trunks said, and he ran in the direction of his room, Goten following.
Goku eyed his son for a few more seconds. "Vegeta, I-I... Why'd you do that?"
Vegeta growled. "His baka on'na called me a bastard. I don't take shit from any human."
Bulma grabbed his shoulder and pulled him down the hall a few steps. "Vegeta, do you have any idea what you might've done?!" she yelled. She noted the expressionless face, and then grabbed him to bring him to their room. She pulled him inside, surprised that he hadn't yelled at her for directing him. She shut the door and turned to face him. "Vegeta... Don't you feel bad in the slightest? You may have just killed one or both of the most important people in Gohan's life!" she asked.
"Hmmph..." Vegeta crossed his arms as he leaned against the bed post. "Why should I care what happens to that baka's family?"
Bulma walked up to him, continuing to glare. "Well, what if it was me? And... And Trunks... Would you care then?"
"Our brat's already born..." he scoffed.
"Vegeta! You know what I mean. Would you care at all if it were me in there, and I was pregnant with Trunks?!" she was almost hysterical now. "Vegeta?!"
Vegeta turned away from her and glared at the window across the room. He felt her brush passed him, and then sit on the bed. He then heard her rummaging through her drawers, and his sharp hearing even heard the stifled sobs... As well as some of the words she was saying...
"...called him... bastard... I call him a bastard... Asshole... Here..." Bulma suddenly sighed, and Vegeta's curiosity got the better of him as he turned around.
Nothing would have prepared him for what he saw. Of all the things he expected, he didn't expect to see Bulma sitting on the edge of the bed, holding a knife in her hands...
"On'na, what the hell are you doing?!" he yelled. Even he was startled, and, although no one else knew it, he always took great care in knowing everything about her.
Bulma turned to Vegeta. "Vegeta, would you care at all if I killed myself right here?" she asked quietly.
"On'na, put the damn knife down. You're being more of a baka than normal..." he continued to glare straight back into her eyes.
"Vegeta, I'm the only one here... No one else is going to know what you say... Now answer!" she shrieked.
Vegeta didn't respond, but instead he walked up to her and pulled the knife from her hands, crumpling into nothing more than a ball of tinfoil once he had it. "You weren't really going to kill yourself..." his voice was a dangerous growl, and he fought to control his anger as he grabbed her. "Were you?! You were using that to threaten me, weren't you?!" he lost control for a second, but that was all it took to smack her back down onto the bed.
Bulma didn't cry, although there was an incredible burning in her quickly swelling cheek. And she didn't look up either, she simply held a hand to her tender cheek and curled into a ball on the bed.
Vegeta suddenly felt as though someone had torn his stomach out. He'd never wanted to hurt her... He'd never try and do that to her... Never... "Bulma?" he asked. He knew he was weakening as she whimpered. Slowly, he bent down to her and eventually sat down next to her on the bed. He wasn't used to dealing with any of his emotions. Emotions were something to be shoved into the back of one's head and ignored. But if he was going to keep Bulma, he was going to have to show something... Some sort of emotion, anything to prove that he cared.
"Ass..." she whispered.
"Bulma," he knew it was weird for him to call her by her name... But calling her on'na wasn't going to help him any either... "Shimatta... You know it's hard for me to say it," he muttered. Tentatively he reached out and pulled her face in his direction, but he winced as he looked at her injured cheek. "Fine... Hai, I do feel b-bad... Guilty, about.. Shimatta.. I feel bad that I've probably killed the brat's brat... And even his baka on'na... You happy now?!" Vegeta yelled.
Bulma blinked at him. "Wow... Ha! That wasn't so hard, was it Vegeta?" she asked, smirking.
Vegeta growled. "Hmmph..." He looked to her as she sat up, and despite the situation, he found himself closing in on her lips. He leaned his body weight against her as she giggled into his mouth. She laid back as he pulled himself over her, and supported himself with one hand. His free hand slipped down her body, and then slid under her shirt. She pushed her body upwards against his, but he suddenly pulled back, breaking the kiss.
Bulma looked in his eyes and found fear, and he wasn't even trying to hide it either. "Vegeta, what's wrong?"
"On'na, you know about the Saiyajin bonding, and how it isn't completed until marriage? And if one of them dies after they've mated and before they're married, the other one dies as well?"
Bulma blinked. "Hai... Why?"
"The brat and his mate aren't married yet... And his mate's energy just disappeared..."
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It's been what, a month or something? Sorry, but do you know that I only got four reviews in over a month?! SHEESH! So, you people are gonna have to suffer through cliff-hangers, 'cause that's what gets more reviews! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!
Actually... I really don't care all that much about reviews, although I'd love for you to review, I just LOVE cliffies..
Would I kill Videl? Or Gohan? Or the child? Uh... DUH! Of course! Well, maybe not the child, I don't know if I'd have the heart to do that... Wait... I don't have a heart...
You know, that expression doesn't make much sense. Anyways... Here's shoutouts to the nice reviewers!
To Luinthoron: Your welcome! That last chappy was so beautiful, and now this... Well, at least now you know what her father said/did.
To Android 71: Umm... Thanks! YAY! Uhh... Please don't kill me for this chappy though... ^-^;
To Gohan: Ummm... No, there won't be a sequel, I'm still working on this one! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! And believe me, you won't need a sequel after this fic...
To Katrak: Thanks, you acutally reviewed! I'm surprised... Love birds? Yup! That's exactly what they are... Can't live without each other? Funny you'd say that... EHEHEHEHEHEH.... Ummm... Sweatdrop?
Thank you to all of you lovely people! And I hope you like this chappy.... Uh... Bye!
~Videl~ ~Z~