I did mention that is a tad off from the show, right? Oh, you figured that out already. Good. I was worried!

Disclaimer: ain't gonna bother

She could see him up at the window, looking out. She waved cheerily, but wasn't surprised not to get a wave in return. Well, if he hadn't seen her this close to his house, a detour was in order. And look, there was a shop right there!

Bra was late again. Bra was always late. Gohan looked down just in time to see a bright blue head disappear into a shop near his home, and grinned. Okay, Bra would be later than usual. He looked back up, out over the city toward the edge. He missed the mountains of his boyhood, the wildness surrounding the small cottage he'd given up. Goten had taken it over, and his twins had done a number on it. A reluctant grin tugged at his mouth, remembering how the two boys had remodeled their bedrooms. Goten had had a fit.

A shrill squeal of delight and his wife's more modulated tones alerted him to Bra's arrival. He glanced at the clock - she hadn't shopped long. Apparently, she wanted to know more than she wanted to shop. He picked up the test results, looking over them.

Bra knocked on the door, pulled it shut behind her. She chewed her bottom lip, looking at the pages in his hand.

"Your little boy is completely healthy," Gohan said quietly.

She flew to him, collapsing in his arms. He held her until she finished crying. "Bra?"

"Yes?" She dropped into a chair.

Gohan tapped the pages on the desk to line them up, then slipped them into a folder. "The results seem to indicate the child is going to be very strong."

"Why would strength in a demi-Saiyan child be surprising?"

"Because…" Gohan sighed. "Do you want to see the tape?"

"Little squiggles. I never have seen a proper picture."

"I used the new technology your mother created. Do you want to see the tape? It's actual pictures."

"I guess." Bra sat quietly while Gohan readied the VCR. Her eyes widened. "It is a little picture. What is that?"

"That would be your son's tail."

"Tail." Her voice was quiet. "Oh, well, I guess I should have expected that."

"Yes, maybe. Pan and the twins didn't have a tail."

She frowned. "I don't understand."

"I'm a demi-Saiyan. My wife is human. Same with Goten and Paris. You are demi-Saiyan. Your child has a tail. That indicates to me that this child takes very strongly after the Saiyan side of the family. He's going to be very, very strong."

Bra blinked. "How strong?"

"Possibly stronger than Vegito."

"You have got to be kidding! How could a baby be stronger than our fathers' fused form?" She'd been raised on those stories, for all her father hated to be reminded of that time.

Gohan was quiet a moment, organizing his thoughts. "This is pure speculation," he warned. "I think it has something to do with the power levels of the parents, plus the mixing of human blood. My father was just an ordinary Saiyan warrior when he had me. A low class one at that," he added, and was rewarded with a grimace.

"Father's favorite complaint."

"Right. But, I'm… I was stronger than the average Saiyan child. Vegeta was a Super Saiyan when he had Trunks, but my dad was a level two when Goten was born. Trunks was stronger than I was, and Goten was stronger than he was. Dad is at level three. As Gotenks, Goten and Trunks both reached level three when they were little. I've never gone past two, and I was young when I learned that. Every Saiyan gets stronger with training, so Trunks and I have gotten weaker, in spite of our previous levels. Our fathers and my brother have all continued training, even though Goten doesn't do as much as he used to. Am I making sense so far?"

"Yes?" She thought she understood.

"All of the demi-Saiyans were born with tails, and I was the only one who got to keep mine. At least, I got to keep it for awhile. I think that's why Pan is just as strong as the twins, for all that their father was a higher level."

"I'm not even a Super Saiyan, Gohan." Inwardly, she trembled.

"You've been seeing Goten, haven't you?"

"You're going to WHAT!!!!!!?" Vegeta roared. Goku stared at the couple on the couch.

"Congratulations! I'll have to plan a shower," Bunny trilled. "How wonderful! I'm a grandma again!"

"Woman! Did you hear what she just said?"

"Of course I did, dear. Now, we have to invite…"

"Congratulations, Goten. Welcome to the family," Bulma said warmly, ignoring her mother's continued planning.

"I'd thank you, but there's one little problem."

"Yes. There is. I'm going to kill you."

"Why? The baby isn't mine." Gohan's mouth gaped at his brother's quiet announcement.

"Not… yours?" Goku stammered. Vegeta froze in mid-strike.

"No. I knew she was pregnant when I started dating her. She told me, because she knew there would be a big scene like this when she finally told everyone."

"Well, then, Bra, who is daddy?" Pan leaned forward, eyes alight. "Trunks?"

"What!!!!" Trunks leapt from his seat across the room and started for Pan. "How dare you!" She yeeped and ran for the door.

"Who is the father, dear?" Dr. Briefs asked.

"I don't know."

"How can you possibly not know?" Vegeta asked scornfully. "Have you had that many partners?"

"Vegeta!" Goku stood. "How could you say such a thing?"

"I don't know who the father is, because I got raped!" Bra snapped. Every eye in the room focused on her. "I got raped," she repeated quietly.

"You…" Goku began.

"Shut up." She turned bright eyes toward him. "I went out afterwards, and wound up sleeping with one of my friends. I don't know which of the two is the baby's father."

Gohan crossed to her, knelt so that only she would be able to hear his quiet voice over the tumult her announcement had made. "Would your friend agree to a blood test, to see if he's the baby's father?"

"I wouldn't ask it of him. Gohan, I know who it was that raped me, but there is no way I would ever let anyone know who it was."

Gohan bowed his head. "I understand."

"Well, I don't," Goten complained, overhearing her answer. "If you know who raped you," the room went suddenly silent, "why not tell us? Any one of us would punish him for it."

"No. I care about him too much to let anyone punish him."

The room erupted again.

"We didn't tell them the truth."

"I told the truth. Just, not all of it." She stroked his face gently. "Can you imagine what would have happened?"

"Not really," he admitted. "Why didn't you want to admit the boy is my child?"

"Goten! You saw how my father reacted." She sighed, looking out the window of her room.

"So?"

"So, I was pregnant when we started dating. Truth, so I said that."

"We started having sex before we started dating," he pointed out.

The door was shoved open. Vegeta forced his way in, fighting against Goku, who was trying to keep him out. Bra sighed again. "Goten, why don't you go on home. I need to talk with my father. And don't worry. I'll let your dad stay to keep him under control." Vegeta froze, Goku released him, and Goten left reluctantly. Bra closed the door behind him, and put a chair on either side of her bed. She took to the bed. "Sit."

They sat, Goku on her left, her father on her right. "I've been seeing Gohan throughout my pregnancy," she started conversationally. "He's been my obstetrician. And he ran a few tests for me."

"Tests?" Goku said. "You mean, needles?" He started squirming in his chair.

"Oh, be quiet, Kakarot. What is your point, girl? What has this got to do with those two men you spoke of?"

"Those two men? Everything. My son, you see, has a tail." She was greeted with blank looks. "Gohan thinks that the baby has a tail because the father is only half human."

"I don't get it," Goku said, at the same time Vegeta cried, "So the child is Goten's!"

"NO! SIT DOWN! SHUT-UP! And stop jumping to conclusions. I know who raped me. I know my baby's father could be you."

"What?" Equally confused faces turned to her. "What do you mean, me? That is preposterous!" Vegeta exclaimed.

"Hmm, let me see." She frowned, gathering her blankets into a bunch. "Why are you avoiding me?"

"Avoiding you?" Vegeta frowned now. "What do you mean, avoiding you?"

"Every time I try to find out what horrible thing you think I've done now, you scream at me to shut-up, then leave in a huff." Vegeta's face had gone chalk white by the time she finished speaking.

"No…" he whispered.

"Blue hair, blue eyes, sore feet ,and a bad attitude. And I was wearing her clothes, her perfume, in a dark hall on a stormy night."

"Gods, no…" Vegeta buried his face in his hands. "No… I didn't!"

"You did. I'm sorry, Daddy."

"Vegeta? It was Vegeta?!!" Goku exclaimed quietly. "So that's why you wouldn't say who it was!"

"That's why." She looked at her father, weeping silently into his hands, his shoulders shaking. "Gohan asked if my friend would be willing to do a blood test to see if he was the father."

"He… will not need to." Vegeta raised a tear-streaked face. "I will… submit to the test. Your friend… did nothing wrong."

"Thank you. He will be delighted to know you aren't mad at him."

"I'm much happier I don't have to have a needle poked in me."

It took a moment. "KAKAROT!!!!!"

Ah, mean me. Now, who shall it be…. And when does Goten find out that the baby really isn't his?