The wrath of Chichi
Vegeta hummed happily as he made his way down the hall and down into the kitchen. Why he was happy, he didn't know, though he presumed it was because of his hormones. He had every reason to feel nervous and tense, but he wasn't.
I suppose it's because Kakarot's gone out for the day. He thought as he melted a top deck chocolate in a pot. Earlier that morning, Goku told Vegeta that he had to go to Satan City to check up on Gohan, as it had been a long time since they had seen each other. He also wanted to spread the news that now he and Vegeta were a Saiyan couple. Vegeta doubted that Gohan would be overjoyed at first, but he'd eventually give into the idea. But why was he happy? Simple. Vegeta was happy because now he could walk around in the house without worrying that Goku would notice his growing abdomen and question him. Or ask him how in the hell he could eat melted chocolate on bread.
Lately, Vegeta had begun to wear oversized shirts and tops. It had been nearly two months now and Vegeta knew he was nearing the third-way mark. The moodiness had disappeared and now he was stable. At least, as stable as a pregnant Saiyan could get! His stomach was starting to swell, and after a few days, Vegeta realised that it would be incredibly difficult to hide his pregnancy if he carried on strutting about in skin-tight clothing. Goku hadn't noticed this change yet, but he did notice that Vegeta was changing a little bit more. Granted, Vegeta now stops tossing and turning at nights, but he often took little kips during the day out in the sun. Goku didn't mind this; in fact, he took advantage in it by sitting and watching his ouji sleep peacefully, curled up like a little koneko. But other things changed as well. For example, Vegeta stopped sparring and limited the number of katas he did during the day.
Vegeta turned his amused thoughts from Goku back to his swelling belly, the smile on his face fading away into a downcast frown. He still hadn't told Goku that he was pregnant with his child. He knew he should've and that, eventually, he'd have to. But he kept procrastinating, hoping that the truth would come out some way or other. He didn't want to have to tell Goku and then watch the handsome Saiyan's face twist into one of disgust or anger. He wanted Goku to be happy, but he didn't know how Goku would take the idea of child number three.
Maybe Kakarot would be happy. He thought as he poured the melted chocolate over six slices of bread, returning the pot to the stove as he put in more chocolate. I mean, that hellcat he married bore his first two brats, and he loved them more than he did her. Maybe…maybe he'd love the baby too because I know he loves me… Vegeta shook his head as he placed a hand over his stomach. He could feel the child stirring, gently kicking his walls of his 'room'. Vegeta was happy that he was pregnant. Ever since he lost his first child, he wanted to have another. Even though he knew he was asking for punishment, he couldn't help it. There was just something about carrying the child that seemed to sate him. He remembered when Bulma was pregnant with Trunks, and how jealous he was. It not only reminded him of the child he could've had, but also that his type weren't considered normal on this planet.
But I'm going to have to tell him. Vegeta thought with a sigh as he sat down at the table with his meal. Lately, he had gotten back into the swing of things and now ate more than his usual rate of consumption, often paling when Goku would comment that with the way he eats it's as though he's eating for two. Kakarot will eventually find out. He's already commented on a lot of things, like my eating habits, my sleeping habits and the fact that I've been 'slacking' in my training and now I'm growing a big belly. So, I suppose if I were to keep the shock down to a minimum, I'd have to tell him.
After downing about seventy-eight sandwiches with melted chocolate, Vegeta got up to put his dishes in the sink. But he didn't get very far, as there was a knocking at the door. Frowning slightly, he made his way over to the front door, wondering who in the hell it could be.
It can't be the two brats; it doesn't feel like their ki. It can't be Kakarot because he's got his own key… he paused by the door. Who in the hell…! But Vegeta's confusion cleared when he saw that same woman he had despised, right from day one, standing outside on his front doorstep. He narrowed his eyes and glared menacingly at her.
"Chichi…" he growled. Chichi narrowed her eyes too; glaring daggers at the ouji who had apparently made himself at home in Goku's house.
"Nice to see you too, Vegeta." She said with a tone of disgust. "Where is Goku?"
"Kakarot," he corrected her. "Is not here at the moment. He has gone to Satan City to check up on his oldest son." Chichi remained silent for a moment, as though pondering on the thought whether what Vegeta said was true.
"Do you know when he'll be back?"
"Iie." He snorted. Chichi looked him up and down, taking in the form of the ouji as he stood in the doorway, obviously blocking her off from getting back in.
"What in the hell are you doing here?" she spat.
"I could ask you the same question," he sneered. "You are divorced from Kakarot. You shouldn't be here."
"But what the hell are you doing here?"
"Kakarot asked me to come and stay by him." He said with a smirk. "Why? Does that bother you?" Chichi looked flabbergasted for a moment, but that gave way to an icy glare.
"Hmph! For your information, Goku and I just went our separate ways for a while." She huffed. "We aren't really divorced."
"Right," Vegeta snorted. "And cows can fly." Chichi glared at him for a moment, eyes seemingly searching for a good spot to punch the ouji. But her narrowed eyes widened when she noticed that Vegeta's stomach was a little larger than usual.
"Well," she said with a smirk. "It seems someone's slacking in their training." Vegeta's smirk faded, as he knew what she was talking about. Defensively, he scowled as he wrapped a hand over his little bulge.
"That's none of your business." He snapped. "And by the way, I have not been slacking in my training! Kakarot and I train quite regularly."
"Honto ni?" she asked as she crossed her arms, her gaze questioning on what he meant by that. Vegeta smirked.
"Hai," he said as he nonchalantly leaned against the doorframe. "At least…three times a night." Vegeta knew that Chichi would most likely be disgusted and revolted by the assumption in that, and he was right. For the first time in almost ten years, he was rewarded with her eyes widening to unimaginable proportions.
"N…N…NANI??!!" she shrieked. Vegeta just shrugged. "But…but that would mean that my Goku is…is…"
"Hai?" he asked, waiting for her to say it. He didn't like the Earth term 'gay', as that didn't sound right. It sounded like it was totally avoiding the truth. But he didn't like any of the other Earth term's either. He just preferred to say that he and Goku were in a relationship. He didn't see why it should be different from a heterosexual relationship. But he never got to hearing her say it, as her eyes narrowed in fury.
"Goku is NOT!!" she spat. "If anyone is, you are!"
"But that would mean he is, too" he said in a calm tone, clearly enjoying the infuriated look on her face. She glared at him for a few more moments before deciding to leave.
"Just tell Goku I was here." She huffed, as she turned away and stalked back to her car. Vegeta watched as she got in and sped off back to town.
"Don't worry," he said. "I won't."
As Chichi drove, she wondered how in the hell this was happening. She always knew that Goku had a thing for Vegeta, and she knew that she was going to be damned if those two ever got together. But now that they were, what was she to do?
Now that Goku's got Vegeta, I can't go back to him! She thought as she sped past the forest. Hmph! I should've known better than to divorce Goku! Dave was far too unreliable. Sure, he was rich and very good in bed, but he was always running after other girls! Chichi fumed as she thought of her ex-husband and her rival, scowling at the thought that now she could never go back to her husband.
Goku must've missed me, there's no one else in the entire world that could love him like I do, she thought, even though 'love' was totally a lie. He should've been pining for me, wishing that I were back at home. Trying to find me and then, when he did, get all jealous and try to win my heart back! Her scowl deepened a she gripped the steering wheel even tighter. But he's not! Instead, he's living happily with Vegeta… she paused slightly as she ran the name through her head again.
Vegeta… when Chichi thought back to her encounter with Vegeta, she recalled a few things about him that were very different. For one, he had chocolate decorating the left hand corner of his mouth and his stomach was rather large. Suspiciously large. She slowed down her speed as she ran that last thought over in her head.
Vegeta's stomach was the only part of his that was rounded. It didn't look like he was fat at all, but he did look heavy. She thought as she fumbled in the back of her mind. And the way he put his hands over his stomach, it's almost like he was protecting another being… she froze as she thought that. It couldn't be! Vegeta is a male! But he's a Saiyan…
A sly grin crept up on her face as she realised what was going on. It was all so obvious now that she thought about it. And judging by the way Vegeta was going on; it was as though he was the only one that knew. Which meant Goku didn't know…at all. Her grin broadened as she turned the steering wheel and turned the hover car around, speeding back to Goku's house.
Oh yes, she thought maliciously as she pushed down on the accelerator. I know your secret, Vegeta. And I'm going to use it to get Goku back! You may be a prince, but you're not human. This is my turf, and you don't stand a chance!
Goku is MINE!!
"Thank kami she's gone!" he muttered as he walked back to the kitchen, running water into the sink. Vegeta had become very careful when it came to feeding his young. He doubted very much that Goku would let a pot with chocolate remnants and six loafs of bread go unnoticed, so it was best to at least clean up the chocolate. Vegeta had learnt the hard way that Goku wasn't as naïve as he made himself out to be. He obviously would have thought that Vegeta ate the bread, but the melted chocolate?! What excuse did he have for that?
Once the dishes were washed, dried and packed back in their proper places, Vegeta gave a loud yawn.
"Hmm? What time is it?" he turned his head up and glanced up at the neko clock. "Five-thirty." He muttered to himself. "Kakarot should be along shortly. If I don't want him to join me in the shower, I might as well take it now." He padded up the stairs to his room to gather his clothes. Just in case Kakarot shows up while I'm in there. Walking back down into the living room, he turned to the bathroom and closed the door, locking it behind him. A nice, hot shower will do me good. A kick from his stomach told him a certain someone else was agreeing. Hmm…and you down there. He pulled off his oversized shirt and baggy training pants, wrapped a towel around his waist and pulled back the shower curtain.
"Konbanwa, Vegeta." Said a particularly slimy voice. He whisked around, a splash of ink red highlighting the bridge of his nose and his cheeks as he turned to face the intruder.
"N…N…N…NANI??!!" he gaped. "CHICHI?! WHAT IN THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE??!!" She shrugged.
"I dunno," she said in a suspiciously nonchalant voice. "I just thought that maybe you and I could have a little chat." He narrowed his eyes at her.
"Like what?" he asked venomously. She shrugged yet again.
"I dunno," she said as an evil grin crept up on her face. "Maybe something like…why only your stomach has rounded and the rest of you hasn't?"
On hearing these words, Vegeta visibly paled. A fatal error. Defensively, he put his hand over his swollen tummy and took a step back.
"W…what's it to you?!" he snapped.
"Oh, I don't know. I just thought something might be happening." She said as she stepped out of the shower. "Maybe something like…pregnancy." On hearing that his secret had been found out by the daughter of Akuma himself, Vegeta stumbled and fell down on his well-toned rump.
"N…NANI??!!" he yelped.
"So…that's it, isn't it?" she crowed delightedly as she inched closer to the ouji. "Might I ask, how?" The shocked face Vegeta wore gave way to anger when he realised that he was letting her push him around.
"That's none of your fucking business!" he spat.
"But that's what got you in this position in the first place." She tittered wittily. Vegeta glared hatefully at her, wishing that Goku would get back soon so that he could kick this banshee out on her rear. "Still, if you won't tell me, I'll have to get Goku to ask you."
On hearing this, Vegeta's defensive mask fell and crumbled. Now, shock and horror was visibly written on his face as his copper complexion went pale beyond milky white.
"You…you…you wouldn't!!!" he cried. Chichi smirked maliciously as she leaned forward and whispered in an almost quiet tone.
"I won't have to." She said in a singsong voice. "You see, I know what it's like to be pregnant. You get a nice, rounded stomach while the rest of you stays quite normal." She paused slightly as she leaned even closer. "And, you being a man and all, it ill be very noticeable on you."
Vegeta remained silent. She was right. He knew she was right. But he wished she wasn't. He had tried to avoid thinking like that for the past month now, but now it appeared futile to even think that it wasn't true. True, Chichi is a malicious bitch who's only concerns are getting rich and living a luxurious life with a handsome and well-educated man, but what she said was very, very true. The harshness of reality gripping him, he stared blankly into space, body and mind gone numb.
Chichi smirked at her handiwork. Oh yes, she had now got the ouji worried and thinking. Truth was, she didn't know whether Goku would love or reject Vegeta but, quite frankly, she didn't give a fuck! All she wanted was to get rid of Vegeta so that she could have Goku all to herself.
Besides, she thought to herself as she looked down on him. If I were Goku, I'd kick his sorry ass out of this house! But seeing as I'm not, I can't. Despite the fact that she despised Vegeta for stealing her ex-husband, she could not find the ouji rather attracting. On realizing what she had just thought, she knew she should've been disgusted, but she could help but grin malevolently at her new idea. If Vegeta's not going to move on his own, she thought as she knelt down. I'll make him! Swiftly and predatorily, she lifted her hand so that it cupped his cheeks. Vegeta flinched at the feeling, the coldness of her hands causing him to panic and practically cower into the back of the shower.
That feeling…it was the same feeling of those hands he hand felt many times before when he was under Frieza's reign. No matter who or what they were, they all did the same to him and they all felt the same to him. Cold, emotionless, heartless…very much like he wanted to become in order to hide from the pain he suffered from. Hard, cold dark eyes stared at him with a hungry look in them. One he had seen too often while working for Frieza.
"N…n…nani yatten no?!" he asked, slightly frightened by her actions.
"I can't help myself," she muttered in a dreamlike tone. "You are just so…exquisite." He shivered again. He hated that word! It was that same word they used.
"Chichi," he begged as he tried to back away, horrific memories from the past flooding his mind as he tried to get away from her touch, his one arm clutching around his stomach protectively. "Yamete…"
"Vegeta," she purred, enjoying what she was doing.
"Yamete!!" Vegeta yelled out, trying desperately to move his head out from her hand. But she held him in a tight grasp, her grip practically hurting him. "Chichi!! Yamete!!" he cried out, feeling very afraid. He knew he could always knock her away with one well-placed punch, but with the position he was in, she could easily hit him in the stomach, injuring the lives he was holding and caring for.
But all that flew into the wind when he felt lips touch his own. Cold, slimy and practically lifeless, demanding access to his mouth.
This is just like Frieza, he thought, his mind in a panicked state. I don't want it to be like Frieza! Not again!! Before either of them knew what was happening, Vegeta brought his fist up and connected it sharply with Chichi's jaw. She flew head first into the blue tiled wall before crumpling into a moaning mass. Even though, at the back of his mind, Vegeta was wondering if he seriously injured her, his first instinct was to get away from the danger. He leapt to his feet, quickly pulled on his jeans and ran out the bathroom, through the living room, out the front door and took off to Capsule Corp. As he flew, he daren't cast a look back at his home, just in case he saw that dreadful woman again.
I can't believe she did that! He thought somberly as he whimpered, more than shocked at what had just taken place. I knew she always hated me…but this?! Vegeta shook his head as the tears fell down the sides of his cheeks. I hoped it would never happen again. That no one would ever use my body again. But it's just like in space. There's always one who loves me and gives me young ones to bear. Then, there's the evil tyrant who takes it all away!! He squeezed his eyes shut as he continued to ram through the cool air, the hot drops of tears turning to ice on instant contact with the chilly breeze. Never again! I will not let it happen to me ever again!!
Chichi grinned to herself, marveling at her work despite the fact that she had a humongous bruise on the left of her face and her head was pounding with pain from the impact of the wall in the bathroom. To anyone else, to get clobber like that would be practically worthless in order to get their ex back. But to Chichi, it was well spent.
"Goku should be back soon," she said to herself as she tidied up her hair, ignoring the bruise. "And when he gets back, I'm going to fly into his arms and he will be eternally grateful that I am back. And he will completely forget about Vegeta." She hummed tunelessly as she took out her make up and applied it well, using foundation to hide the bruise. "Hmm, I must admit, though. Vegeta can throw a mean right hook!" she sighed as she applied to last of her lipstick, in shock pink. "Funny, I kinda feel sorry for that baka no ouji. I also feel sort of guilty." She mused to herself. "But not that guilty!" she cackled. "Oh well, Vegeta can have Goku back later. Once I'm done with him and I've found another rich and smart man who doesn't look at other girls'!"
Just at that moment, she heard the door creak open.
"Vegeta! I'm home!" called a familiar voice. Chichi paused for a second before a malicious smirk curled up on her pouty pink lips.
Let the show begin…