Abhor
Chapter 6: Abhorrent
My eyebrow rose as the woman paused, still in disbelief about whatever she had found was wrong with Kakkarot. "But what?"
She ignored me. HOW DARE SHE! Her attention was still fully on Kakkarot.
"Goku . . . a-all the uh test show that you- that you're pregnant . . ." I let the words sink in. I chuckled.
"Woman, you're out of your mind! For him to have gotten pregnant, some guy had to fuck-" I froze. "Oh shit!" My mouth hung agape. No- he can't be. I glanced back to where Kakkarot stood to see air.
" . . . His hormone levels are off the scale . . ." The woman mumbled as she continued to look over papers she held in her hands. Her blue eyes met mine. "Vegeta-h-how is this possible?"
I frowned. "Lower class Sayians had specialized genes in them. There were very few third class female Sayians and only upper classes and Royalty could mate with females. So, a doctor was hired by that bastard Frieza and did some testing and as you can see . . ." As I told her this I searched for Kakkarot's ki. I gasped; it was fluctuating. I don't need this right now. "Where's his bitch wife?"
Bulma motioned towards the other part of the lab. "She passed out . . . Oh gosh Vegeta- who's the father?"
My whole body stiffened as she asked this. Oh god! It's me-it has to be! I shrugged.
"Maybe you should go after him? He'll talk to you." I frowned. Yeah right.
-But maybe I should. I pondered over it for a moment-there as a low groan. Dammit! That wench is awake! "Fine! I'll go after him."
"G-Goku?"
I sprinted out of the lab, through the house, and out the front door, slamming it behind me. I immediately scanned for his ki. It didn't have its usual warmth, but a dull iciness. It wasn't very far away, thank the gods.
I kicked my feet off the grass and I flew towards Kakkarot's ki. The ground went by in a blur of green, brown, and blue as I sped up.
Then, I felt it.
Another ki.
My heart throbbed. The Child. Our Child!
Guilt bubbled in my throat as I caught sight of Kakkarot sitting by a lake. His knees brought up to his chest, his arms lazily wrapped around them, almost as if he was protecting himself. I couldn't see his face; all I saw was an unruly mass of ebony.
I touched down and kneeled down next to him. His soft sobs making me cringe. "Kakkarot?" He didn't answer me-his body was trembling, not from the cold; but from the tears that wracked his body. Oh gods, I did this to him . . . "Kakkarot, look at me."
He sniffled, wiped his nose on his wrist band, and glanced over at me. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes puffy and bloodshot- and yet he looked so beautiful. I stared and amazed his beauty in silence until a voice cut it.
"Vegeta-I- I don't understand . . . I-I'm so con-fu-sed." More crystals ragged down his cheeks. I placed my hand gently on his shoulder- only to have him flinch away. My hand pulled away and dangled at my side. "Am I . . . preg-nant?" I nodded slowly.
His eyes clenched shut almost painfully but they opened moments later and his arms were suddenly around me. He sobbed loudly into my chest, quickly soaking my dark blue shirt with his salty tears. I soothed him by rubbing his shaking back. I barely heard his muffled words. "What are we going to do? What- will we tell everyone?"
I sighed, dammit, I didn't think about that. "I really don't know."
He looked up at me. Those eyes . . . they told me to do something. It was my fault not his. I need to find an answer. "Don't say anything if they ask who the father is. Say it doesn't matter." I felt him nod and relax into me, his breathing leveling out. "Kakkarot?" He didn't answer. I peered down at his face, his eyes were shut and his face calm, dark eyes moved under the heavy lids. Tear stains still remained on his cheeks.
My jaw clenched as I fought the urge to cry. He cried himself to sleep. How many other nights had this occurred? No-don't think about that. What I need to think about is where am I going to take Kakkarot. He'd feel safest at Capsule Corps and I would feel safest with him there.
I carefully picked him up and flew to Capsule Corps.
I landed in the grassy lawn and made my way up to the dome building. I opened the door, stepped inside, and froze as cold eyes met mine.
Fuck-
"Where do you think you're going with my husband?"
I ignored her and walked towards the lab.
"PUT MY HUSBAND DOWN NOW!" She shrieked.
I growled. "Shut the hell up! You'll wake him up!" I tried to keep my voice down, but failed miserably. Kakkarot shifted slightly but did not awaken. Thank god.
"I don't care! He has some explaining to do!" She continued to rant as I entered the lab. Bulma flashed me a small smile.
"Set him down on the gurney I need to run-"
"You're not doing anything to him! He's coming with me! Then! We're going to get that baby removed!"
I gasped. That fucking BITCH! I moved forward, my hand raised to blast her to hell for saying that!
"ChiChi, get out of here if you're going to act like that!" Thank god the woman spoke up or I would have killed that bitch. "Leave NOW!" I was surprised that Kakkarot had not awoken yet.
The bitch glared at all of us, then they narrowed to slits as she looked at me; she turned swiftly and exited the room.
I frowned as I set Kakkarot down on the gurney, his eyes were still moving rapidly. I wondered what he was dreaming about for a moment, but I already knew. His dreams were filled with me ripping his clothes from his prone body and brutally violating him.
I stared at him as my frown deepened. "-Vegeta" I was broken away from my thoughts. "Do you know who the father is? I'm sure Goku told you. He trusts you. I won't tell anyone." That hit me hard, right in the gut. He trusted me. I visibly flinched. I turned away from Kakkarot's calm face and to her trusting blue eyes. I know she won't tell anyone. . .
"When Kakkarot awakens ask him. If he wants to tell you, he will. If not, then he won't. I have no say in this." She nodded, understanding. Like always. I'm thankful that I met her, although I don't show it. Kakkarot might want to keep this a secret, which I hope he does.
"This is not good, him being pregnant. The androids are supposed to show up in less than a month and he hasn't even shown symptoms for the heart virus yet. He doesn't need this. He has enough stress. It's not good for the child." She drew more of his dark blood.
She's right. The shit is piling up.
I sat down in the chair next to the gurney Kakkarot rested upon. He suddenly twitched and a small whimper escaped his lips.
My hand rose and my fingers slipped through his silky hair. I smiled slightly. Only days earlier I thought this would never happen. My fingers-his hair, but look what he had to go through so I could have such a simple pleasure. With a warm smile still planted across my face I continued to brush his hair back, his thick bangs pushed away from his eyes. I was in a slight daze as I stared down at his awaiting lips. They suddenly abruptly moved.
"Vegeta?"
"Hmm?" I still stared off dreamily as he spoke softly. Black orbs looked up at me, curiosity leaked from them. What- I jerked my arm free of his hair and cleared my throat as if it had never happened.
Bulma stepped next to the gurney, apparently she hadn't noticed what I was doing- or she was too afraid to say anything-or she thought it was a Sayian thing . . . "Goku." He propped his body up with his elbows. "With you being pregnant. You're going to have to start eating right and you can't spar or-"
"WHAT!" I shouted. "How will he be able to prepare for the androids?"
Bulma sighed heavily. "He won't! I'll put too much strain on the child!"
"Who'll protect him and the child? -Certainly none of his idiotic friends will be able to." I crossed my arm over my chest, deep in thought.
"Then you'll have to."
"ME? No way! I need to train!"
She rolled her eyes at me. Bitch. "You will be able to train, but when the androids show up. You'll have to protect him!" I scowled as she finished and turned towards Kakkarot who appeared to be zoned out. "Goku, who's the father? You can trust me and Vegeta. We won't tell anyone." I suddenly felt as if she was mocking me. Kakkarot's dull eyes shifted to mine. I shrugged. I could careless if he told the woman. She wouldn't lie. But no one else can know. They hate me enough.
Kakkarot sighed heavily and hung his head; did I see a flash of shame?
"It's-it's Vegeta."
The woman gasped. "V-Vegeta? This Vegeta?" Kakkarot gave a sharp nod as she continued to gawk at us. "I-wow- I can't believe-so how long have you two been together?"
Kakkarot snapped, "I wouldn't exactly call it together." My throat was suddenly parched as Kakkarot's cold voice sent shudders down my spine. The woman looked between both of us. She halted in realization.
"Wait . . . is this what you were talking about earlier?"
"Yes." I answered before Kakkarot spoke.
Her eyes went wide. "Oh god-Goku! I have to tell Chi-"
"No-don't please! Don't tell her." Kakkarot begged and I bit into my bottom lip.
Vegeta, no- please! Don't- don't do this PLEASE!
I shook my head clearing the thought.
"Why not?" The woman would not let it go.
"Because he said so, leave him the fuck alone!" I growled.
She stepped back, obviously frightened. Who wouldn't be? "Okay, Vegeta calm down. I just want everything to be alright." She looked over at Kakkarot. "Goku I'm going to go cook up some dinner. You're free to make yourself at home. If you need anything or have any problems use the intercoms alright?" Kakkarot nodded. I had a feeling she was referring to me when she said problems. I didn't blame her. She didn't know I was drunk. I can't believe she's leaving him here with me.
She glanced over at me then exited the lab. It was silent for a while. Kakkarot had not spoken and I don't think he intended to. "Kakkarot."
He hesitated, "Yeah?"
"Let's go to the garden." He gave a small nod and slowly got off the gurney. He was obviously worn out. He followed me out of the lab and to the huge garden.
Our sights were filled with lush green, pink, red, and, a light brown. The garden is magnificent. But it will never be as great as Kakkarot.
I took a seat on the soft grass and he sat across from me, he kept his distance. He nervously bit into his bottom lip, his eyes always staying diverted from mine. The dark circles under his eyes had lifted some. . .
He finally spoke. "D-did you see ChiChi?" He inquired. My jaw clenched at the mention of her name. His eyes studied me carefully. Ready for anything.
I tried to keep my voice calm. "Yes." I hissed through my teeth. "That bitch wants to kill the kid!"
He gasped and all color left his already pale face. "What? She-she really said that?"
"Hell yes, I was going to-" I cut myself off, I knew he understood. His eyes stared off again, which worried me greatly. I couldn't have him sinking into a depression. The child . . .
"Kakkarot?"
"Yeah . . ." He seemed to answer reflexively.
"Are you going to be alright?" I can't believe I said that. Those words coming from a Sayian Prince sounded so fucking weak.
He feebly shrugged. Dammit.
"You never answered me before. Will you ever forgive me?"
His eyes finally met mine. "I don't know. I truly don't know." His eyes slid shut and he seemed to calm. His breathing evened out. He had better not be falling asleep again. I slowly inched closer to him; he didn't seem to notice as I slightly loomed over him. I looked down upon him. His lips were slightly parted. Oh god . . . I wetted my lips as I hesitantly leaned forward.
"Maybe this will help you forget." I pressed my lips to his.
To be continued . . .
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