Chapter 20: Disagree

A/N: I can tell quite a few of you were... hell I can be blunt many of you weren't fans of that last chapter. (That long silence was evident enough from quite a few of you) I sort of expected it, but realistically I did sort of rush her pregnancy but it only takes one time. Though as we push forward it will start becoming clear as to why. Because we all need the baby drama, though none of you are prepared for what it will be. Kakarot and Chi-Chi's roles in all of this will be quite altered from what you all probably imagined.

Kakarot was perplexed, his face scrunched up as he attempted to scrutinize the woman standing in front of him. The wheels in his mind were clicking together, something was going to be said to him and he probably wasn't going to like it.

It had been a strange flight back home with Nevah, seeing his mother off before returning home to get himself in some proper attire, mostly wearing training gear at the Villa had left him little in the way of proper attire.

So why was he surprised to see Chi-Chi back here? Her presence wasn't unwelcome but the confusion of having her come all the way back home when she had no reason to. She and Nevah were in their room, the small-relative to his own space-of the caretakers wing.

He wasn't so blind as to pretend that this didn't have some measure of significance, that there could be something else behind this.

His mind recalled the conversation though with Nevah, his eyes flicking from Chi-Chi to the smaller light skinned caretaker who remained silent presently. Normally the smaller woman would jump to explain what was going on, doing her best to put people at ease and quell some possible conflict or assuage those around her…

'My lord what are you feelings towards our newest caretaker?'

Bringing up how he felt about her? Well he enjoyed her company, hell, he'd say he respected her. It would be hard for him to just outright ignore what she had told him. Finding quite the compare and contrast to his own life. Imaging half of the things he had to go through by comparison to her.

But felt? That was a strange question. It would be like asking, what were his feelings towards his family? In all regards Chi-Chi was apart of his family, just like Nevah and Viv. Even if they were servants they were cared for and regarded well in their house.

'My feelings?'

Perhaps attempting to coax a little more from Nevah, doing his best to downplay this current line of questioning. Recalling that of course Nevah had the odd behavior of sometimes asking questions because of some concern. She had done the same when Viv had arrived and her budding relationship with his brother.

Maybe trying to see if there was some measure of affection between him and the new arachnoid, there hadn't been of course.

However in regards to Chi-Chi she had been her for so long he wondered why she would press this question now? Surely it would've made more sense to ask him back when he was sent out to the Villa with her, would it not?

'Well my Lord would you ever want to get rid of her or overlook some of her infractions?'

He turned his head to look towards Nevah fully, having mostly gone on auto pilot as he flew home. The small caretaker gave nothing away, no hint of fear or worry showing on the smiling face of hers. Despite the serious question it perhaps felt that she was being nonchalant and just asking questions.

It could be possible, but why now? Shouldn't her focus be on the new pup her mother would be having and not something that Chi-Chi may have done? Either of those made him focus his intense gaze at her.

'What are you talking about?'

'It may be nothing, it may be something, I just wish to know your feelings about her so that I may approach this question without having her be punished for a mistake she had no intention of making.'

A mistake? 'Speak plainly, if she has done something wrong then tell me, I don't harbor ill will towards her unless she has done something serious that could cause my family shame or dishonor.'

He'd been with her for months and his mind was currently running through his memories trying to place exactly what she was saying. He could not picture her doing something serious or even severe, sure she might challenge him or his father on occasion when it conflicted with her ideals.

His mind continued to blank as he waited for Nevah to elaborate.

'Lord if she were to find a partner on this world to share affections with, would that upset you?'

He wanted to say yes, but he held those words back from slipping out as he wasn't going to speak that aloud to this caretaker. His feelings were his own, but what did it matter, he couldn't have her as his mate anyway? Plus she wasn't bound to him after the agreement she made with her father anyway expired. There was nothing but the promise of her finances covered for her life either here or on one Vegeta-sei's colonies in relative comfort until her death.

Allowing his personal feelings to handle her suggested affections for some other partner? What was she getting at…

'Nevah would you just speak plainly with me, I don't enjoy these hints and riddles that you women love. Tell me what you want to ask me so I might be able to answer.' The frustration at her voice and the strange emotions she was invoking inside of as a result of her abnormal questioning was making it challenging for him to keep his composure.

'I suppose another time, once you return home I will speak plainly I will not tell you since I have agitated you my Lord.'

So this left him presently with Chi-Chi looking at him with the desire to talk with him about something.

"Fine… speak plainly I will not continue to skirt around these questions. Tell me what you have done." He had been expecting some sort of gambling problem, or maybe she had purchased something illegal or gone and found a lesser male in her human city-though whatever his feelings on the later he would not let some piss ant find himself alive for very long- he didn't want to share her, Chi-Chi was his and no one else's. But he would keep quiet on that part.

Chi-Chi looked to Nevah for a second who nodded her head, it was the time to tell him. She mentally prepared herself for his possible reactions as she looked at him dead in the eyes and spoke firmly. "I was pregnant with your child, but it was transferred from my body."

She said it, as clearly as she could, there wasn't anything else to hold back from telling him the truth. "That's the truth."

Pregnant? No… No… that can't be possible? How in the hell could she get pregnant! She- She… "What!?" It was all that he could sputter out from his brain. Of all of these possible things running through his head was there supposed to be the one that he had suddenly knocked up his father's caretaker?

Even if it was Chi-Chi and admittedly having someone like her sire him offspring was not the most off putting of ideas. By comparison to Viv or Nevah if they were capable, Chi-Chi was fairly saiyan in her features and her physical strength while not saiyan levels was respectable.

How? What am I going to do?

There was going to be no wonderland scenario. Despite its appeal even Kakarot knew there would be absolutely no chance of concealing this. Believing that anyone would be able to sneak anything past his father who could smell a fart a mile away in the desert. How would one ever hope to accomplish hiding a full term half saiyan pregnancy. Then excuse the obvious defects of carrying a child, the probable illnesses that all female saiyans were to avoid with pregnancy and leaving them weakend would no doubt strain a weaker race like Chi-Chi. Then, to hide the fact she would be having a baby in six months… or later he didn't bother asking the gestation period for a human. So for him to even try and pretend that a caretaker, with whom he was all alone with for several weeks, would mysteriously grow a large stomach and require medical care and time off from her duties?

But there was always that illusion that everything could've worked out.

…

Chi-Chi would be tending to her duties outside, her belly hidden by a larger form of round plating as would be common for female saiyans before the widespread use of artificial wombs. The semi protected cover was as close to non combat attire as one could get in the saiyan world. The idea was to not only protect a female saiyans unborn with added armor due to the rarity of saiyan births but more importantly signal the growing life to any nearby saiyans.

Should the female be inextricably in danger saiyan men were honorbound, most willingly, would throw their lives to protect the next generation as every saiyan that came was stronger than the last. The notion as well that only the strongest males would survive protecting the female and earn the right to have offspring.

Yet no doubt in Kakarot's mind Chi-Chi would proudly be wearing his house's colors the large crest emblazoned on her stomach as she worked.

Picturing the way her hair would be unbound, messy from so many nights spent sharing each other's company. As any woman bearing a male's offspring would be exuding the most potent of pheromones for her mate and as a sign of her body's proximity to childbirth.

The way she would smile and casually sway as she did the mundane tasks of old, from cleaning the balcony of dirt, to trimming the vines that crawled up the side of the red stone walls. Her face would be that soft smile she held in her quiet moments together with him. It wasn't simply happiness but the feeling of warmth and security that only one would have with the closest of people. Where it would be just him and her and the peace of the world around them.

Kakarot would appear after an early morning session of training. "How is my woman doing?"

"Same as ever, waiting for him to finally get out of me." Chi-Chi chided only half jokingly. "You do know the food pantry is going to be barren if we don't get some more supplies in soon. Can't you go and grab some capsules and bring something fresh from the garden? I'm craving pickles and sour cream right now and it's driving me mad."

It had to be one or the other for her, the sourness of a juicy pickle could make her mouth completely flood with unabated hunger. Having eaten nearly half a jar every single day as she often dunked all of her other vegetables and foods with a layer of sour cream. Thankfully Chili was a solid food to make and she could appease her growing tastebuds but, as she worked there was a juicy jar of pickles sitting just several feet from her.

Several large full pickles were missing full bite marks from them as Chi-Chi had just reached in and bitten one only to find the appeal of another one imminent and she quickly found another one that was much more juicy looking.

Her hunger pangs had been terrible and wearing this massive protective baby girdle hadn't been doing her, her back, or her baby any favors. Relishing the evening hours when she got to disrobe and take off this abomination.

It was her luck that Kakarot found her even more attractive sweaty, smelling of milk, and his own odor otherwise she'd probably never leave the shower with how thick her smell was. Spending the few hours of down time she had where her lover would clean her body while his tail encircled and rubbed her baby bulge the entire time. His tail displaying his affection for their unborn son subconsciously.

She could tell he was more than pleased, more because of the amount of power their unborn son was displaying. Though a scouter couldn't easily detect an unborn child's power level as it was her same aura she could feel the energy inside of herself. The amount of power was almost outpacing her own and he'd probably get stronger once he took his full breath of air.

"Do you have any idea what we should name him?" Chi-Chi asked as Kakarot came beside her and put his arm around her side, his hand gently tracing over the plated armor protecting his first born son.

She'd always tried to imagine a name but one that fit for a half saiyan/ half human child wasn't exactly coming to her either. A few names here and there but of course none of them fit. Especially because she had no idea what it was going to be.

A little boy or girl? Then trying to imagine what name would be proper for a spiky haired half saiyan or smooth glossy hair like her own.

"How about Karot if it's a boy, and Chile if it's a girl."

"Really?" Chi-Chi asked rolling her eyes at him. The idea that Saiyans actually named their own children after food seemed ridiculous, but apparently that wasn't the case. "Why not something simple like… like…"

"No they won't be called like and like, I feel that would be a tad more confusing than distinguishing between the Vegeta's considering they all share the same name." His voice teasing her as she had yet to come up with anything aside from pet names and she didn't like any of those. Her child needed to have a proper name, though she was going to lose if she didn't come to a swift answer as Kakarot seemed to be the only one having some good names.

The saiyan chuckled as he picked her up off her feet, his hands gripping under her arms as he held her up so that he might look up at her and see her face along with her swollen stomach. Though his nose did slightly crinkle as he caught a whiff of that horrendous odor she had been so intensely consuming. "Would you cease eating those blasted pickles so much?"

She huffed back at him her hands crossing over her chest. "Hey, it's not my fault, I didn't eat like this before hand. This was all you-!" Chi-Chi tossed her head back almost arrogantly. "Considering his dad and grandfather I shouldn't be surprised if he's not as sour as you are sometimes, even without all these pickles."

Kakarot snorted bringing her back down, the feeling of her protected belly now pushing against his own stomach told him just how close this actually was. This simple human had become his ma…

…

That daydream world slowly faded as words dangerously teetered in his mind. The declaration of any non saiyan becoming a mate… that was near heretical and for an elite? That would be a fate he could not imagine.

His fondness for the little caretaker had already put him in quite the predicament.

There wasn't a chance in hell his old man wouldn't smell that and rightly beat him within an inch of his life. It was true that hybrid saiyans existed, but they weren't on Vegeta-sei. Their existence was a shame, the idea that a saiyan was weaker than another race, or that some lesser species had anything of true physical prowess over their own people would be some of the worst of punishments.

"Where is it?" His tone sombering and detached as he could not declare it his child without truly knowing.

"Safe, Nevah had it removed." Chi-Chi could see his face shift as he clearly wasn't pleased at all. Though since she wasn't currently being berated by him or angrily cussed out. She could consider it a plus right now. But there wasn't some happily jumping up and down saiyan pleased to hear he was having a son.

Seemingly emotionless about it made her worried. "You… you won't hurt the baby will you?"

Kakarot growled, I am not so low of a beast. The question alone was a bit insulting to him. "Even if i'm a saiyan, I am not so cold as to harm my own blood. Half blood or not, my blood is still my blood. There are things that we can do, but I'm not going to kill any child of my blood." Though the other thought running through his mind was the very real prospect of enraging the child's mother. Of which he had no way to escape from.

Chi-Chi was family property a symbol of the type of house they represented. Even her being an weaker race didn't diminish her standing as a caretaker, if he even with a reason killed her. That would be an incredible shame to him and the elite house he was a part of. To outright kill one of their caretakers, even in an 'accident' or through another commiting the act it would be shameful.

Kakarot would also have to stomach the feeling of killing a creature which he had developed a clear 'unhealthy' attachment too. Knowing that he had committed one shame to hide another, and if it was discovered somehow… then he would have to suffer even more. Then factoring in that Nevah was aware of this all as well. That would severely limit any type of brutish action and raise immediate suspicion towards him.

No, he wouldn't do anything like that. He had some measure of honor, and this was also… his doing. Blaming her for getting pregnant would be like pissing into the wind and getting angry if he got wet. He made the choice, it was his fault. He hadn't taken into account their compatibility- a glaring mistake on his part- but there were many humanoid species out there and only a small number had real genetic compatibility.

Bringing a hand to his head, Kakarot rubbed his temple. Perhaps he needed more of that golden honey right now. Exhaling slowly before taking another deep breath.

The third party in the room stepped forward, "My lord considering the situation, I shall be the one to maintain the child here. You two should return back to the Villa and discuss what plans you wish to make moving forwards. I have several options should you wish to-"

"It will be sent off world once it's capable." Kakarot said looking up from his palm. "It will need to prove itself if there is any hope of it being allowed any sort of home here upon Vegeta-sei."

That and hopefully by that time he might be in control of the elite house and manage to keep Chi-Chi in a location that would allow her to care for it without drawing undue suspicion.

Chi-Chi felt her hands tighten into fists. "What do you mean the child will be sent off world? What are you plan-"

"It's going to fulfill the basic role of ANY saiyan elite. He will be given the chance to purge a planet, should the child succeed I will recover it and hopefully find resources with which to house and keep it alive without an issue."

Power, above all else. Strength through combat, and glory in conquest.

"You want my baby to be sent to some distant world, to only kill the world's inhabitants before he's barely grown old enough to even walk?" Her voice shouted as she curled her fists tighter. The idea brought back her own dark past as Kakarot apparently wanted to willingly subject their not yet born child to the rigors of what a newborn elite would have to go through?

Picturing the sick and meak Kale who suffered on a noxious unbreathable hell hole. Seeing just how she was treated by her own people was heartbreaking… then to see Broly. The gentle giant and friend she had made, he was wholly abused on a near constant basis for no reason!

The face of Paragus, the agony on Broly's face as he was dropped to the ground due to some device on his wrist. It was heart wrenching to watch someone like him suffer because of some stupid belief that he was defective.

Was Kakarot looking at her now unborn child this way, would he be discarded and horrifically abused or treated like some lame duck?

Her own life had been nothing but mistakes, misfortune, and ultimately some form of driven self sacrifice to make up for all of what she had done. Putting a baby through that as the child's mother… no she couldn't do that.

"I don't have a choice, the only real chance for the child to survive is to have it's metal tested. Should the child be weak and feeble it will only cement the present idea that half bloods are not worth anything in the saiyan empire and could have them be used in something far worse than a planet purge."

But his attempt to argue this rationale view of things wasn't sitting well with her, he could see it in the subtle shifts in Chi-Chi's body the straining muscles, the sheen of angry sweat. But his senses could pick up the faster beating heart of hers. He of course had to find the most headstrong woman next to his mother to be having this type of conversation with.

"No, I absolutely refuse!" Chi-Chi shouted at him, "I will not send any child of mine into the void of space so that he might become something he has ZERO choice in. You will not force this upon him and should you try I will… I'll…"

What can I do?

She was still a lower class servant, what were the options a woman like her had. Her monetary compensations he received wasn't a great deal. Considering she had half of it left after spending a bit on herself. Of course Kakarot didn't give her a moment to gather her thoughts.

"You do not have a choice in this matter-"

"It is my child!"

"A child that is not yet born and is bordering on having us both harshly punished for no foreseeable reason!"

"I don't care!"

Kakarot snorted, of course you don't. "You want the boy, that's fine but I can not help you despite my responsibility, you must have it sent off world and should the child be alive you can claim him after your years of service are complete and can raise him as you wish. THAT is the only safe option."

"For nine year? Nine years I should wait for my child to grow up on some distant world and what hope that they're still alive, that he isn't killed and left to rot like Broly and Kale!? How can you even think that is the safe option!"

It would paramount to abandoning him, she'd allow a few weeks and maybe a month. But for almost a decade? No, she refused to let that be the case.

"And what options do you have? You do not have-"

"If I may," Nevah stated interrupting gaining the attention of both. Clearing her throat after seeing the way they began to bicker and squabble like children themselves. "Might I propose a compromise? That it be sent to that Earth village of Capsule town. I'm certain there would be some human's willing to keep your offspring safe… even if not out of the goodness of their hearts. I'm sure some credits can keep one's questions down and secrets safe for awhile."

Chi-Chi didn't shoot that idea outright down, but she didn't like it that much more than the one Kakarot was proposing. She would still be out of her child's life, still be forced to sit on the sidelines. Then what would she do if her child didn't want to come and live with her after her term of service was up, what if the people she gave him too changed their minds or disposed of him?

A resounding instinct was boiling up within her, and she couldn't deny this feeling. The only person whom she could trust was herself… but then what could she do.

Damnit… please I need some help! I need anything that can give me some kind of sign on what I should do?

Nevah looked to Kakarot who shrugged slightly, taking the chance to mull over the other caretakers words. "That might work, but explaining where a hybrid came from out of nowhere would be difficult. If the child was sent away first and then brought to the area having survived a planet purge it could be possible that the saiyans might overlook it should they not suspect it being a threat."

Though if it was a child of his own blood, the strong legacy of several generations of elite saiyans would be in his offspring. However, Chi-Chi's people were incredibly weak. Not to describe herself as an outlier but if the saiyan wasn't able to handle a basic infantile task then what would his future child have if mixed and diluted.

"Look this is just-"

The door to the caretakers quarters broke open interrupting their conversation as Viv appeared. "I can't believe it, lady Gine is having another child!" Her excitement for the other major event that had been taking precedent had built up had her showing up.

The arachnoid appearance caught many off guard as their focus on talking with each other had distracted them from the sounds of her arrival.

Nevah moved with a full smile as she greeted the larger woman. "It is going to be such an exciting time I can only imagine how the lord will be once he returns home."

As much as one would trust a near sister in law, Nevah did not wish to share this information as it was primarily involving both Kakarot and Chi-Chi.

"Oh I know!" She laughed, but her senses caught on to something as she realized the presence of Kakarot in their private quarters with Chi-Chi here as well. Her eyes shifting from person to person as she asked, "I hope I didn't interrupt something?"

It was rare for the other house members to come in here and even somewhat oblivious to the tension she noted that there was something going on.

"No, just discussing how things are going to work for the child." Kakarot spoke to Viv but his eyes flicked towards the earthling. "But we shall continue this later, I have to be off."

"Oh… well forgive me for overstepping myself." Viv apologized which the saiyan snorted and left the room. No doubt needing some time to think as neither side had agreed to anything. Leaving the situation up in the air as Viv broke down and began excitedly talking about things to come before anything else occupied her mind.

Chi-Chi looked at the door a sinking feeling began to swell within her heart. Though she knew that Kakarot perhaps truly did care about her, it still wasn't anything true to his heart. Like casual lovers or friends with benefits was the most ample way to put themselves in context.

It hurt her to see him act this way… but was there any dream like scenario that he would forsake everything for her? No… Afterall she was still just a simple servant.

…

"Are you sure about this Bulma?" A nervous Yamcha asked as he came over dressed, mostly as a form of moral support for his girlfriend. But he'd be hard pressed to find himself actually wanting to do this himself. Wearing a white silk dress shirt and black pants he felt a bit out of place as Bulma was wearing one of her… inventions.

Bulma who wasn't thrilled about it either had to get herself ready and thanks to her mother's gossip, would have to show off her new invention earlier than she wanted. The notion that she would have to play dress up for the royal family when it would've been so much easier to put a human fighter her creation to demonstrate it.

But… the model she made was a prototype for herself meaning she was the only one who could use it and after her mother had so far talked up her (A game) to the royal family, so with little options left she'd have to deliver. On a barely tested, yet temperamental prototype.

Plus she looked ridiculous.

"Well if we can at least manage to impress them with this I hope that can hopefully guarantee myself some little down time. I'm sick of fixing that damn gravity room every other day. I've been swamped working with that warp device and the alterations done to Chi-Chi's power armor that she dropped off has been another gold mine of science equipment." It had mostly been her father with her able to come around and help build off what he'd been testing.

The concept of warp travel was as revolutionary as it was insane, to move through a sub dimension in real space and exit in another location. That was crazy, that would create space travel and planetary transportation into an unmatched feat.

Leaving her with little in the way of time to plan any sort of social life, hell most of her lunch breaks were spent with Yamcha on the days that he had a moment from his training. Of course, that didn't really help as still there was either never enough time for either of them.

Their hectic schedule hindering their relationship but since they had departed Earth they had tried making this work…

Bulma just shook her head, keeping those other thoughts hidden as she clicked the small button on the back of her neck and tightened the suit she was wearing to be skin tight. There was a level of mortification at walking out in her skin tight prototype. Exposing literally every single curve on her body, the only good thing was that it was waterproof, heat regulated and no matter what the wearer wasn't supposed to show any graphic body detail. Yet it's lightweight made her feel like she was wearing nothing at all!

Oh tonight was going to be… just oh so wonderful! The voice of her mother ringing in her head at the mere notion.

…

Downstairs Dr. Briefs was idly smoking one of his cigarettes, not really bothered by the prospect of hosting the saiyan royal family. He'd not had the opportunity to meet such people and as a man who loved learning new things he couldn't help but enjoy the prospect, though at the same time he was nursing some aches and pains from his scuffle from Gero.

His once good friend having become a bitter rival had now apparently vanished, though for what reason he didn't know.

Though before he could slump into a dour mood his beloved Panchy put an arm around him and planted one of her red lipstick smudges on his cheek. "Oh dear!" She giggled, and instantly warming the scientists heart as she smoothed her hand down the front of his jacket. "You look so handsome tonight!" Her sugary words only fueling his love for his wife more.

"So do you Bunny," Using her pet name as he saw her dressed in a full white dress gown exposing only the heels she was wearing she walked, her curly blonde hair smelled of ripe herbal bath soaps that she practically required to clean herself and smell absolutely divine. A pair of diamond earrings adorned her ears as she was every bit the bell of the ball-when not next to the true bell, her daughter- and she did her best to come off ever the impressive hostess.

As the caterer's she had arranged to make a feast well suited for a King, several rows of desserts. Then to top off the evening with a fine exquisite vintage of Malina almost sixty years old.

"Oh they should be arriving any minute and I'm so excited to finally meet the parents of that young prince Vegeta. This will be so wonderful!" Panchy chimed happily clapping her hands together as she walked around making sure everything was just perfect.

The good doctor waited extinguishing his cigarette in his ash tray as his loyal cat, Scratch, jumped up and onto his shoulder. Like usual the little black feline just wanted to be close to the scientist for no other reason, than to just be by his side like he always was.

"Hello there kitty." Dr. Brief's laughed as he rubbed the back of the cat's head.

A slight shake sent slight tremors through the house revealing to those inside that their guests had arrived as the automated servants opened the door to the main compound of Capsule Corp to reveal the royal family.

King Vegeta wearing his midnight black and white colored armor with a blood red cape attached to both shoulders with golden bands. Ever the warrior King, beside him was his mate wearing a matching ensemble with the exception her cape was white.

Behind both of them, as was his stature was The Prince in royal blue and not adorned with any cape as he walked behind them.

"Not exactly what I would call royalty." The King noted, his voice judging the bright yellow building as just a large yellow zit upon his world.

But his mate, the queen put a hand to his shoulder. "These are scientific creatures, their world reflects their roots. They wouldn't have elaborate red stone decor, and the skulls of foes vanquished like our palace would." She could see the care, the shimmering metal inside as several robotic servants bowed their heads to the saiyan royal family. "This is a home of care, now let us see extract more from these Earthings, they've given us a bit. But I feel that there is still much more to give."

Snorting, still unimpressed the King just marched forwards as the Queen followed, flanking him just a foot behind as Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest and wondered just what in the hell he was wading into...

R&R

A/N: Some of you may not be big fans of the Vegeta/Bulma but it helps break up the constant back and forth, plus doing Bulma's family and the royal family helps set up for some of the future without it all being just shoehorned in there. More entertaining to see it all happen.

Kerghan