AN: Another 30 pager. Definitely why it took so long. Also, for anyone asking if I plan on updating this, yes. This story is shorter than the main though, only being 4 parts and an epilogue. The next part shouldn't take nearly as long though.

Please enjoy this installment, and as always review, favorite, etc.

Disclaimer: All DBZ content is owned by Akira Toriyama, Funimation, and Toei Animation.

Part Three: Kyrie

Kyrie eleison. "Lord, have mercy on us."

As they stood in the bathroom, still hugging each other as Gohan tried his best to control his happy sobbing, the feelings coursing through him into her made Mia realize this was the best thing to ever happen to them. Sure, this baby wasn't planned, but neither were she and Gohan, apparently. On top of that, this was a bona fide miracle. Gohan was the first Saiyan hybrid ever to have offspring.

Gohan pulled away, sniffling a small, "Sorry," as he rubbed his eyes dry of tears. He was still grinning from the news. He lowered his hand to her belly, then asked, "May I?"

Mia smiled at him weirdly as she replied, "It's your baby, too. You don't need to ask."

He nodded, kneeling down with his hands on her slightly protruding belly. "Hello in there," he said softly. "It's me, Daddy. We can't wait to meet you." His head rested lightly on her bump, and her fingers found their way into his hair, rubbing small soothing circles into his scalp.

Then her stomach rumbled, loudly, sounding like a dying whale. He pulled away, pursing his lips to keep from smiling as he stood, grasping Mia's hand as he said, "Let's go tell everyone and get some food." Mia nodded, putting the tests back in the bag to toss them in the trash. She followed him back out to the living area, where Chi Chi and Ox King sat at the loaded dining room table, eagerly awaiting Gohan and Mia's return to the room.

Chi Chi eyed them carefully as she asked, "So, what'd it say?"

Gohan smiled, squeezing her hand as he announced, "They said we're having a baby!"

Chi Chi jumped up excitedly, squealing as she pulled them in for a hug. "I knew it! I just knew it!"

"Congrats, you two!" the Ox King beamed.

Chi Chi quickly guided them back to the table, and Gohan pulled out a chair for Mia, pushing it in carefully. "So, do you have any guesses on when the baby would be here?" Mia and Gohan shot odd looks at Chi Chi as she continued, "Well, we have to plan the wedding, and you don't want all that wedding stress happening right before the baby comes."

Mia frowned, knowing exactly what Chi Chi was talking about. She'd helped plan her best friend, Libby's wedding last year. It didn't go well. Libby had a break down from all the drama and called off the wedding, then went backpacking across the world. Mia hadn't heard from her since. Mia made a mental note to try and get in contact with her as soon as possible. She let out an agreeable sigh as she turned to Gohan and offered, "We could get married after the baby."

"Absolutely not!" Chi Chi shrieked, causing everyone at the table to jump as she snapped up from the table, glaring at her son. "I will not have my first grandchild born out of wedlock! You hear me, Gohan!?"

Gohan nodded nervously, clearly afraid of his mother. Mia frowned shaking her head. "Well, then that doesn't leave a lot of time. Saiyan pregnancies are a lot shorter than human ones," Mia explained.

Chi Chi frowned, confused. "How much shorter?"

Mia chewed the inside of her lip as she answered, "Usually, saiyan women only carry for up to Six months. If my math is correct, the baby will be here sometime in July."

Gohan's eyes flew wide as he rasped, "July!? But it's only March!"

Mia nodded, adding, "At the latest, it could be early August. But yeah, July."

Chi Chi frowned, then muttered, "Huh. Six months. That explains a lot."

"So, you think you're a little over two months along?" Gohan asked, ignoring his mother.

"It would line up with the last time I was in heat," Mia replied, adding a little quietly, "I remember that a little better than when my last period was." Gohan blushed. Mia smiled at his reaction a little before adding, "But we'd need to get it confirmed by a doctor first. Someone who knows Saiyan physiology, which I doubt exist on Earth."

"What about Bulma?" Chi Chi asked.

Mia frowned. "Bulma's not a doctor."

"But she does have the necessary equipment to make an accurate prediction," Gohan offered, tapping a finger against the table. "We'll be seeing her right after this, anyway."

Mia shot her fiancé an odd look as she asked, "Will we?"

"Yeah," Gohan replied, standing from his chair. "I'll go call her, see if she can get it ready."

He was already walking into the other room as Chi Chi called after him, "Don't be too long! The food's going to get cold!" She huffed, looking back to the table, pointing to the food and saying, "Well, dig in."

No one expected the tenacity at which Mia attacked the food with. Clearly, skipping breakfast had been a bad idea. She devoured half of the food by the time Gohan got back from his phone call, and even he joined his mother and grandfather in staring wide-eyed at Mia's voracious appetite. "O mah gah," she said around her full mouth as she shoveled in more food. "Thi ih o goo!" She slowed as she noticed everyone's shocked faces on her, and she put her plate of food down. She swallowed and wiped her mouth with her napkin, muttering a small, "Sorry. We skipped breakfast." Chi Chi shot her son a slightly disappointed look, and he shook his head. Had he known she was pregnant, of course he would have pushed for them to go ahead and eat something before they left, but they were rushing to get here in the first place.

He remained silent as he started eating his food, watching his fiancé carefully as she did her best to control her food intake to not be so off-putting.


As they landed at Capsule Corp., they were greeted on the front lawn by Bulma, Trunks, and Siyaka. Bulma looked so excited that she was going to burst. She pursed her lips, as if keeping them pressed together so tightly would prevent the pregnancy news that Gohan had informed her about an hour before from slipping. Meanwhile Trunks looked less than enthused about being dragged outside, and Siyaka looked content. She clearly expected to hear some news, like their engagement. Gohan set Mia down carefully, asking her quietly, "You ok?" She nodded her answer eagerly, crossing her arms defensively over herself to hide her bump as much as possible. "Do you want to tell them, or …" he trailed off.

"You can tell them," Mia said quietly, still smiling.

"Right," he sighed, turning to the group with a grin, and putting an arm around his fiancé. "Well, she said 'Yes.'" Mia took that as her queue to show off her new ring that gleamed off her finger.

Siyaka stepped forward first, smiling as if she knew that was going to happen. She grabbed Mia's hand gently to inspect the ring, as was custom for humans. She followed another human custom by asking, "So when's the big day."

Mia smiled nervously as she replied, "We're looking at some time before the baby's due."

Siyaka's wide-eyed gaze shot up to look into her daughter's laughing eyes, as Mia's other hand caressed her slightly protruding belly. Siyaka dropped her daughter's hand in shock, looking to Gohan as he announced, "And yes, we're having a baby. Mia's pregnant." Trunks looked at his mentor, his face matching Siyaka's wide-eyed stunned look.

Bulma, however, bounced up to them giddily as she said, "Thank God you told them, because I was about to burst! I'm so happy for you two!" She pulled Gohan into a tight embrace, almost to where he couldn't breathe.

"I noticed," he rasped, patting her on the shoulder.

"Wait a minute!" Siyaka snapped, glaring at the blue-haired scientist, "You knew!?"

Bulma let go of Gohan, sheepishly explaining, "Gohan called me a little over an hour ago and asked me to set up the ultrasound machine." Siyaka continued to frown at her as Bulma added, "I wanted to tell you! But it was their news."

Siyaka huffed, a little perturbed to have found out after Bulma. "So, when is the baby due?"

Gohan smiled at Siyaka as he replied, "That's what we need the ultrasound for. Bulma?"

"Right this way," Bulma replied, extending her arm towards the large building in a show-off-ie way. Everyone followed her back to the lab where all the equipment was set up. As Gohan helped Mia onto the patient table, grabbing a modesty blanket to cover her as the scientist lifted up her yellow jersey dress, Bulma commented, "Gohan told me something about Saiyans having shorter pregnancy terms. So, can either you elaborate?"

"Saiyans carry for up to six months, or twenty-four to twenty-six weeks," Siyaka replied, her arms crossed as she focused on the screen, still not entirely sure she believed that Mia was pregnant, even though her daughter's protruding belly did seem to beg to differ. "That's not including the extra two weeks you humans add to the first month. Saiyans usually marked the beginning of pregnancy by last heat, or ovulation as you call it."

"It's going to be cold," Bulma whispered to Mia as she squirted the jelly onto Mia's belly. Bulma frowned as she replied to Siyaka, "How do you know when ovulation has taken place?" For humans, it could vary to almost any time in the month, depending on hormones, vitamins, and regular health.

"Smell," Gohan answered, blushing a little. "At least that's how I first found out about it."

Bulma frowned, clearly confused as Siyaka continued for him, "When Saiyan women go in heat, there are several signs, like our scent, the fever, aggressiveness, even our dreams."

"So, like a dog?" Bulma asked in order to clarify. Gohan gave a small nod while Siyaka and Mia shot her tired glares. "Huh," Bulma sighed as she applied the wand to Mia's belly. "Learn something new every day." The cloudy image of Mia's womb popped up on the large computer screen Bulma hooked up to. Inside looked to be a small baby, and Bulma started marking where each of the baby's body parts were. The legs, the spine, the hands. The baby seemed to roll, turning away from the ultrasound wand, and Bulma huffed as she maneuvered around, and recorded the baby's heartbeat. Gohan squeezed Mia's hand as the thump-thumps of their baby's heart echoed around the room. Finally, Bulma took some measurements, which then calculated the fetus's age to be 13 weeks and 5 days.

Gohan's eyes flew wide at the 13 weeks flashing on the screen. "Is she actually thirteen weeks along?" He was hardly able to believe that.

Bulma looked at the screen, then let out a small laugh. "Eh. That's how far she is in comparison to a human pregnancy. Just reaching the second trimester. But she's a Saiyan, so –" Gohan was still frowning, but Bulma smiled at them as she said, "Just hold on one second. I've got to do some separate math to figure out how long she's been pregnant and the due date." The blue-haired scientist stepped away, writing some numbers down on a pad, and tacking away into a calculator. She let out a sigh, holding up her notepad as she announced, "If my math is correct, she's about 7 and a half to 8 weeks along, making her due, according to Saiyan physiology, July 20th … give or take a week."

"Told you," Mia sighed, grabbing a few tissues on a small table next to the gurney, and wiping off the gel. She frowned as she contemplated the few weeks left to plan their wedding and getting ready for a baby.

Gohan eyed her worriedly as he asked, "Are you alright?"

Mia nodded, muttering a small, "Yeah … I just need to use the phone." Gohan gave her a small supportive smile. They had discussed the wedding party at least on the way, and she'd expressed her discomfort with the call she'd have to make. Mia looked to Bulma, who pointed back to the living area where their phone sat.

Mia walked out and sat in a chair by the phone as she dialed the number she'd memorized since she was a kid in school. The phone rang once … twice. "Hello?" a douchey voice answered that Mia would recognize anywhere. She bristled at its sound.

"Hey, Sharpener. It's Mia," she started, her grip tightening on the phone a little as she prepared herself for another one of his obnoxious comments.

"Mia…" he trawled. She could hear his smirk in his tone. She could hear some chuckles and whooping behind him. He'd put her phone call on blast, and was clearly hanging with some old high school buddies. "Just couldn't get enough of me, eh? Well, I'll admit, I wouldn't mind getting in those pants again."

Mia could barely keep her eyes from rolling. "I'm pregnant, Sharpener."

His buddies hissed and oh'ed at the revelation, as Sharpener yelled over them. "NO! No! It's not mine! I never touched her! I NEVER TOUCHED YOU!"

"Well, it's good to hear you finally admit the truth," Mia laughed. His crowd laughed behind him. Mia rolled her eyes again. Her old classmates were such children. "Look, I'm calling for Libby. Do you have any way of contacting her?"

"She's here," he answered angrily. "So, are you actually pregnant?"

Mia let out a bark of a laugh as she replied, "Like I'd tell you! Can you put her on the line, please?"

He huffed, then called out, "LIBBY! MIA'S ON THE PHONE!" Just like he used to back in high school. Things never really did change, did they?

"Mia!?" Libby asked excitedly. "Oh my god! You aren't actually pregnant!? Are you?"

Mia frowned into the phone, hearing Sharpener still breathing over the line. "Fuck off, Sharpener!" Mia snapped. She heard him growl, then hang up, and Mia knew the call was now just between her and her best friend.

"Well!?" Libby jumped, clearly eager to hear what the fuss was about.

Mia rolled her eyes again. Her best friend could get really overexcited sometimes. "Yes, I'm pregnant. But that's not …" Libby screamed into the phone, and Mia had to pull it away from her ear to prevent hearing loss. "Libby," she tried, but Libby was incoherently whooping and screaming. "LIBBY!"

"I'm sorry," Libby said, a little breathless, like she'd just run laps around the house. She probably did. "This is just so exciting! I'm pregnant, too!"

Mia's face fell a little at the news. She hadn't heard of Libby being with a guy since her ex, Penn. "You're pregnant?" Mia asked, a little confused.

"Yeah!" Libby replied giddily. "I decided to head back home after I found out. It's a girl. I'm due in June!"

Mia's mind was a blank as she let out a small, "Uh…"

"What? I don't get a congrats!?" Libby snapped all of a sudden.

"Nonono! I'm really happy for you!" Mia replied quickly, doing her best to cover up her confused tone. "It's just … I didn't know you were with anyone?"

"Oh, I'm not," Libby laughed, as if the idea was silly. "I just had a one night stand. … Well, a couple one night stands, because, you know me. And then boom, pregnant." Mia nodded blankly as she held the receiver. That was like Libby. If she wasn't in a committed relationship, that didn't mean she wasn't getting laid by someone. She had "needs," as she would say. "What about you? When are you due!"

"Uh …" Mia said brokenly, "July … late July."

"AH!" Libby squealed excitedly. "That's great! So, do you know what you're having? You should."

"Actually, it's a little early for that," Mia stated, sheepishly. "Remember, me not being human, my pregnancy is quite a bit faster than average."

"Huh," Libby replied, "so Mooney's get a faster pregnancy than the rest of us. So not fair."

"What's a 'Mooney'?" Sharpner asked. "Are you some type of freaky alien!?"

"GET OFF THE LINE!" Mia and Libby screamed into the phone. Gohan peeked his head out into the living area to see what the issue was, and she waved him off. Mia grumbled into the phone, muttering, "I swear, if he wasn't your brother, I'd have killed him by now."

Libby laughed. "Is that all that's stopping you?" she joked. They calmed down a little before Libby asked, "So, I didn't know you were with anyone, either. I also didn't think you could have kids with humans, period, and that's why you didn't date … Did you find another Mooney!?"

"Well, apparently they can. And, yeah. I kinda did," Mia answered. "My fiancé is a Saiyan-human hybrid."

"Wait, fiancé!?" Libby started.

"Which brings me back to why I was calling," Mia said over her. "And before you ask, we found out after he proposed. But yes, I'm getting married, and I want you to be my maid of honor."

"OF COURSE I WILL!" Libby replied emphatically. "I gotta repay you for how you helped me through that fiasco last year!"

"I'd hardly call 'Flying you to North City,' helping you through that," Mia snarked.

"If it wasn't for you pulling me away from the whole situation to clear my head, I would have gone back to that cheating asshole in a month, and you know it!" Libby argued. Mia smiled a little at that. Libby always gave her a little too much credit, sometimes even calling Mia her Jiminy Cricket. That was something Mia hoped would never change between them. "So! When's the big day?"

"That's the thing," Mia sighed. "Now that I'm pregnant, it's kind of pushed up our time-table. We haven't picked a date yet, but it will be soon."

"So, we need to do dress shopping like yesterday," Libby surmised. "How about tomorrow?"

Mia pursed her lips, and looked to her Mom, who had sat down on the living room couch with Gohan, Bulma and Trunks looking on at her phone call. "Is tomorrow good, Mom?"

Siyaka eyed her daughter warily as she asked, "For what?"

"Wedding dress shopping."

Siyaka frowned, before uttering a small, "Sure. Why not."

"Ok, so I'll see you tomorrow!" Libby said.

"Oh," Mia started, self-consciously, "Uhm, I can't really fly. It's a pregnancy thing. Can you come pick us up?"

"Ah, well, my car is … well … let's just say it's out of commission. I'll see if I can borrow Sharpener's," Libby replied cheerfully. "See ya tomorrow!"

"See you," Mia breathed into the receiver, but Libby was already gone. She hung up, shaking her head. She looked at Gohan, who eyed her strangely. She let out a calming breath, then smiled as she said, "You're turn."

Gohan chewed the inside of his cheek as he nodded, turning to the purple haired hybrid. "Well, Trunks," he started, "you're the closest thing I have to a brother, and being Mia's little brother, it makes you the ideal candidate to be my best man." The hybrid teen whooped and cheered, earning a disapproving look from his mother which calmed him down. Gohan grinned as he said, "I'm guessing that's a yes?" Trunks nodded eagerly, and Gohan smiled. "That's everyone," he stated, turning to Mia who nodded, smiling at her beaming brother.


"What about May?" Gohan offered as he leaned on the wall in the hallway. Siyaka was already in her room, reading a book likely. The light underneath her door shone a little, noting she was still awake. The water in the bathroom ran as Mia brushed her teeth. "It'll be two months before your due."

Mia spat out her foamed up toothpaste and sipped some water, rinsing her teeth before spitting it out again. She shook her head as she turned off the water. "No, I'll be way pregnant then."

He shot her an odd smile as he remarked, "You're way pregnant now."

She frowned at him as she passed him back into their room. "I mean visibly pregnant. I'm not quite there yet."

He followed her in, taking in the vision of her in her royal blue nightgown, marveling at how her skin seemed to glow against the color. He inhaled a little, enjoying the altered scent of her pure honeysuckle, no musk. A piece of his mind told him he should have known before today. It was so obvious. He shut the door with a sigh, "So, it needs to be soon then."

Mia nodded her answer as she pulled her braid out and brushed her wild hair. Gohan smiled a little more at that. He always loved when she let her hair down. "So, how soon?" he asked.

She shrugged, saying, "I'll really start showing by the end of the month."

"If you want to elope, just say the word," he joked, starting to undress for bed.

Mia laughed with him, turning to him with a smile as she replied, "You know your mom would kill us."

"I think you mean your mom would kill us," Gohan said as he pulled her into a small embrace against his bare chest, giving her a small peck on the lips. "You know, I've never seen you so beautiful," he breathed, running his nails up and down her arms.

She raised an eyebrow at him and smirked. "Mr. Son, I believe you're trying to seduce me." Gohan smiled at her as she continued, "It won't work. My future husband will be quite remiss to find my virtue not intact on our wedding night."

He silenced her with a kiss, their minds connecting as he laughingly thought, I think it's a bit late for that. She smiled as she fell into the kiss, standing on her tippy toes just to meet his lips. His hands fell to her hips as they maneuvered back to the bed, their tongues still battling against each other. He could feel through the cloth of her thin nightie that the only fabric on her body was the nightie itself. Her tail unfurled, reaching around for his. His tail fell from his waist and found hers, twisting around it as they knotted together, the skin under the fur tingling at the contact. He picked her up, and gently laid her on the bed, her legs pulling up to wrap around his waist. He could feel her need for him inside her. It's a shame we can't go through with it tonight, he thought, still running his hands over her form as his mind filled with worries about hurting the baby in the throes of passion.

Mia pulled away, giving him a weird look as she asked, "What makes you think that?"

He frowned back at her, pulling slightly away as he replied, "Sex is bad for a pregnant woman."

Mia stared at him blankly, before laughing out loud. When he still looked confused, she stopped with a small, "Oh, you're serious." She licked her lips as she tried to calm down her laughter. "Sex isn't bad for pregnancy. It's actually really healthy for it," she replied. When he still looked confused, she explained, "It works out the muscles women use to deliver the baby." She could feel through their mind link that he understood what she was saying, but he wasn't convinced. "Just look at it like you're helping me train for going into labor."

He completely pulled away from her, still frowning at her as he crossed his arms. "What?" she asked.

"I feel like you'd actually just say anything to get into my pants right now," he stated, and Mia balked at him in response. "I could feel how much you wanted it. And I'm not comfortable putting our kid's life in danger because we couldn't hold off a couple months."

Mia stared at him as if he'd gone insane. "You won't hurt the baby," she argued.

He frowned at her, and said, "How can you be certain?"

"Because you didn't last night, or any other time in the last eight weeks."

"We didn't know you were pregnant then."

"That doesn't mean I wasn't pregnant at those times, though. 8 weeks of pregnant sex, sometimes rough pregnant sex, and the baby is fine." Mia argued back. He pursed his lips and looked away, knowing exactly what time she was referring to. Second official date almost seven weeks ago, his apartment, pinning her against the bookshelf. Then again on the ceiling to see if it was possible, which left a hole. Then again almost breaking the bed. There were other nights, but that one had the record for bruises, rug-burns and hickeys between them. "And you've never hurt me in the first place," Mia stated pointedly. "As powerful as you are, you've never had to hold back from me because you know I can take it. My body was built to take it. I'm a Saiyan." He looked to the ground as she continued, "I could understand being worried about it if I were just a human girl. But I'm not, so don't treat me as one."

He nodded tiredly, muttering, "Maybe we should just go to bed."

"You're really not going to have sex with me until the baby's born?" she groused, scowling at him. He pursed his lips and let out a huff. "Not even when we get married?" Again, he huffed, rolling his eyes a little at her tone. "Fine," she grumbled getting under the sheets and fluffing her pillow, clearly annoyed at him.

"Look, I know you're a Saiyan, and that you're tough, but …" he tried, walking over to the bed, trying to get her to face him. She wouldn't, as she pulled her sheets up snuggly as she flipped to her other side just to not look at him. He frowned again, and said, "You're being really petty right now."

"And you're being stupid."

He pinched the bridge of his nose. He wasn't sure why she was being like this, but at the same time he could smell the honeysuckle rolling off her, just as the scent did when she was in heat. And while the scent still made him aroused, it wasn't as strong as before. He didn't get visions of them "in flagrante," but instead just urges to be intimate. Maybe pregnant Saiyans experienced a heightened sexual drive, which could explain the scent she gave off. If that was the case, maybe pregnancy sex wasn't something to worry about, if nature promoted it. He shook his head free of those thoughts as he said, "At least let me do my own research on the matter."

She answered his notion with silence. His shoulders drooped, and he moved to turn off the light and opened the bedroom door. "Where are you going?"

He looked back into the dark room confused, where he could feel her eyes on him. "I figured I'd sleep on the couch, given the argument."

"Stop being ridiculous," Mia huffed, and he heard her pull the sheets and duvet aside, inviting him to bed. He gave a small smile as he shut the door and joined her back in the bed, holding her close to him as they spooned. They were silent as they held each other, his nose in her hair as he took in the honeysuckle scent. His heart pounded as the scent filled his senses. He still marveled at the effect this woman had on him. "I'll give you until our wedding night," she whispered.

"Hm?" he asked sleepily.

She turned in his arms to face him, her eyes shining with determination as he blinked at her wearily. "If it makes you that uncomfortable, we won't have sex the whole pregnancy except for our wedding night. I won't negotiate on that."

He blinked at her a moment before replying, "Deal."

She nodded, closing her eyes to drift off, adding, "And no complaining from you if I get bitchier than normal. My libido is through the roof, thanks to being pregnant. So, my attitude is nobody's fault but your own."

"I remember," Gohan said with a smirk, remembering how mean she was the first few weeks they knew each other. She slapped his shoulder lightly, and he chuckled in return, "In four weeks, we'll get married and…"

Mia's eyes shot wide open as she scoffed, "Four weeks? You trying to push it off as long as possible? One week, we'll get married."

"We cannot plan a wedding in a week," he argued, closing his eyes again. "Three weeks, we'll get married."

She scowled as she said, "Two weeks, or the no sex deal is off the table." He frowned at her renegotiating, and she added, "In three weeks, I'll definitely be visible. And I don't want you weaseling out of your husbandly duties because I've gotten too fat."

He laughed as he said, "Now you're being ridiculous."

"Or because you felt the baby kick! Because that's when that starts," she argued further. He gave a look telling her that she wasn't wrong if that happened. She slapped his shoulder again, and he let out a small surprised, "Ow." "Two weeks."

"Fine, two weeks. Jeez," he groused, rubbing his shoulder. "We'll get married in two weeks from today and consummate the marriage on our wedding night, even though the whole reason behind marital consummation has now been rendered moot," he teased her in the last bit, rubbing her slightly swollen belly. She slapped him lightly again in the same spot, and he grumbled, "Would you stop that?"

"I will, if you promise to go through with the wedding night, even though I'm already pregnant," she replied, clearly steamed by his teasing.

He looked her in the eyes as he replied, "I promise. Now can we please go to sleep?" She seemed satisfied with his answer, and turned back to spoon against him again. "Now all we need to do is figure out where," he muttered sleepily.

"Later," she said, dozing off in his arms.

"I know where," he mumbled as he began to doze off.

Mia smiled, snuggling into his arms as she replied equally tired, "Where?"

"The lake near my parents' house," he breathed, holding her tightly. "It's perfect."

"Sounds like it," Mia sighed. "Sleep."


The next morning, things started as usual. Mia woke up first, putting together a large meal for the three Saiyans … four? She'd turned on an old cd, and swayed to the music as she cooked the two dozen scrambled eggs with cheese and ham, four packs of bacon, and sixty pancakes. She had already hefted out the large griddle so she could cook four pancakes at a time. She had two pans going for the eggs, and the oven cooking the bacon. Occassionally, she'd start humming with the music as she moved, flipping the pancakes and moving platters to the table.

"What are you doing?" Gohan asked, leaning on the entryway wall. Mia squealed in fright, jumping at his sudden appearance. He gave an entertaining smile as she glowered at him, setting some of the food on the table.

"Don't scare me like that!" Mia chided as she went back to the kitchen. She had to catch her breath a little as she started to cook again. The hot air was getting to her, pushing her into a dizzy spell. She'd been getting those a lot recently. Another sign she should have picked up on.

Gohan noted her bracing herself against the counter for a minute, and said, "Look, you're pregnant. You should sit down. I'll finish this for you."

Mia shook her head as she replied, "Do you even know how to cook?"

Although, she let him pull her away from the kitchen to sit down at the table. He moved back into the kitchen as he replied, "I was learning advanced trigonometry by the time I was four. Fairly certain I can figure this out."

She lifted her hands in mock surrender as she replied, "Well excuse me, Mr. Smarty-Pants." After a few moments of silence as Gohan looked over the directions on the bisquik box Mia had used to make the pancakes. She looked away, rolling her eyes at his frantic but failing attempts to cook. She could smell smoke in the air. "Don't let the eggs burn," Mia ordered, picking at her fingernails. If he was going to be this overprotective, she'd let him handle things. She could play the feckless pregnant housewife, if that's what he wanted.

She heard him stirring the eggs in the pan. "Eggs are fine. But something is burning," he stated, looking around the kitchen.

"Check the bacon," Mia instructed, still picking at her nails. She shot a glance over at him, seeing him look around the stove helplessly. "In the oven," she clarified, laughing at his incompetence.

He opened the oven door, and a plume of smoke puffed out as he pulled out the sizzling bacon. She could see the strips from where she sat, and she frowned. "They're crispy. Might as well toss them."

"What are you talking about!?" Gohan laughed, proceeding to pull the bacon off with a fork. "Crispy bacon is the best bacon."

Mia laughed. "You must have never had flimsy bacon then."

"Ugh," he retched in reply. "I like my bacon trichinosis free."

"I've never gotten sick," Mia commented. She shrugged as he finished putting that pan of bacon on a plate, reaching over to the first batch of bacon she prepared earlier, which was flimsy and perfect. "Well, you can enjoy your burnt bacon, and I will enjoy these beautiful flimsy strips," she stated, holding up a flimsy piece of bacon. He frowned at her as she took a bite and gave a small moan as the salty meat hit her tongue. The fat melted right in her mouth, and the meat was just the right amount of tender and juicy. "Perfect."

Gohan rolled his eyes as he placed the pile of dark crispy bacon in the spot he was planning on sitting in, just before kneeling, his hand over Mia's pregnant belly as he stated, "Mommy doesn't know what she's talking about. I'll show you how bacon should be eaten when you're out."

Siyaka cleared her throat, drawing their attention away from the discussion of bacon. "I don't know what I walked in on, but where's the coffee?" Mia pointed to the coffee maker on the counter, it's pot already full to the brim. Siyaka nodded, groggily making her way to the coffee pot, grabbing a mug and pouring the black liquid in. She took a sip and sighed. "That hits the spot." She made her way to the table, and Gohan went back to cooking.

Mia smiled at her mom as she said, "I think you'll side with me on this one. How do you like your bacon: crispy or flimsy?"

"I like my bacon edible," Siyaka stated boredly into her mug as she went to take another sip of coffee. She watched Gohan flip the pancakes carefully. Once he flipped all four, she turned to Mia, "So, what's the plan today?"

"Libby is going to pick us up in a couple hours. She said she knows some shops that sell wedding dresses off the rack that she looked at for her wedding," Mia answered, tapping a finger on the wooden table absently.

Gohan set the last of the food on the table as another set of pancakes cooked. They were only at 40 of 60. Mia had been keeping count. But they started digging in all the same. "So, 'Ibby's marrie'?" Gohan asked through a mouthful of pancake. Mia shook her head as she swallowed her mouthful.

Siyaka and Mia slowed their chewing as the older Saiyan answered, "No. She was supposed to last year, but the whole ceremony went up in flames."

He looked between the two women worriedly before Mia grabbed his wrist reassuringly as she said, "Not literal flames. There was so much drama in the days leading up to the ceremony that she left the guy at the altar."

Gohan pouted as he breathed, "Poor guy."

Mia gave a small disagreeing wince as Siyaka let out a bark of laughter. Gohan looked at them as if they were heartless before Mia explained, "The final straw for Libby was when the guy's ex-girlfriend, Angela, showed up when Libby was getting ready and told her she was pregnant with the guy's baby. When Libby confronted him about it, he confessed to cheating on her the past couple months, and knew about the baby. She punched him in the face, then shut herself up in her dressing room. When she came out, she handed a letter to Sharpner to hand to the groom. Then she asked me to fly her anywhere, as long as it was far away and would take her too long to get home on her own. So I flew her to North City, where I stuck with her for a few weeks before I returned home. She wanted to go backpacking solo across the world and 'find herself.' And I hadn't heard from her since."

"So, you called her twin, Sharpener?" Gohan filled in, eyeing Siyaka for a reaction, surprised to find none. Mia had told him about how back in school, Sharpener had ruined her reputation to bolster his own. Not to mention the frequent lewd comments he'd say to her, about her. He bristled just thinking about it. Gohan couldn't explain the territorial anger he felt towards this man he never met, other than his love for Mia. She didn't seem to mind though, telling the hybrid she got over his behavior years ago.

But it did speak volumes that Siyaka didn't mention anything about the other man, or even react. Mia told him her mother didn't know much about what went on when she was in high school, because Mia didn't want Siyaka overreacting. But absolutely nothing?

Mia shot him a look as if she were reading his mind, and didn't like what he was thinking. He sighed, resolving to let it go. Mia could handle herself. But, if he did ever get the chance to run into Sharpner, a look wasn't going to stop the hybrid from speaking his mind.

Gohan cleared the table while Mia and Siyaka got dressed for their wedding dress shopping trip. Mia was already starting to put on her makeup, her hair already done up in a braid, and dressed in another jersey dress with some ballet flats. Siyaka was finished, helping Gohan with the dishes. She wore a dressy blouse with jeans and boots, and that was about how dressy the Jicama matriarch got. She and Gohan almost had the kitchen completely cleaned from breakfast by the time the doorbell rang. Siyaka moved to answer it, only to be stopped by Mia running out and opening the front door before her mother could.

Mia greeted the young woman at the door with a high-pitched squeal and a big hug, causing Gohan's eyes to go wide, amused by the sight. He wasn't sure what to expect by Mia's earlier description of Libby. She had medium blond hair that cascaded down to her waist in wavy curls, vivid light brown eyes, and peachy skin. She had thick pouty lips pulled into a big grin, showing of pearly white teeth. She towered over Mia, standing near five foot eleven. She wore a pale pink sweater dress, black leggings and brown leather boots, all of which accented her large chest and large hips, which further accented her tiny waist, in spite of her large pregnant belly. Gohan's eyes bugged at the sight. He shifted a gaze to Siyaka, who matched his expression. He felt a little relief at not being the only one out of that loop then.

The girls calmed down, and Mia led Libby back into the house as she said, "Libby, this is my fiancé, Son Gohan. Gohan, this is Libby."

He blinked at her, before spluttering out a, "Hi," thrusting his hand out.

The blonde beamed back at him as she slapped his hand lightly away. "Come here," she chided, pulling him by surprise into a big hug, squeezing him tightly against her. Gohan shot a nervous glance to Mia who smiled at the two of them. He shrugged off his unease, and hugged the blonde back gently. Libby gave another squeeze then let go, stepping away and leaning to Mia as she whispered, "You left out how attractive he is."

Gohan blushed while Mia smirked. "Well, you didn't really ask about him yesterday."

Libby waved Mia off as if what she said didn't matter. She moved to check her watch, and commented, "Well, is everyone ready to go? It's already almost 10:00, and we have 4 shops to hit. And Sharpener's out with the car running."

"You brought Sharpener?" Mia asked, her tone a mix between nervous and critical. Her gaze shifted to Gohan, who gave a semi-forced smile as he moved to the door.

"Yeah," Libby replied, rolling her eyes. "He doesn't want me driving his car, since it's his baby. So, he's playing chauffer for us, and …" Her gaze followed Gohan as the front door shut behind him, "…where is he going?"

Mia rolled her eyes, muttering a small, "Shit," before snatching her purse and moving to run out behind her fiancé as best she could.

Gohan moved very quickly as he stalked up to the unsuspecting blond man. "Are you Sharpener?" he asked, not really needing an answer. He was the only one there. The blond man looked up a little confused as Gohan closed the distance between them, grabbing his forearm and dragging him away from his car in one fell motion.

"Wha-what the fuck!?" Sharpener growled, trying to shake the hybrid's grip off, but only caused Gohan to tighten his grip. "OW! DUDE LET UP!" Gohan let him go, allowing Sharpener to jump back a little settling into a boxing pose as he said, "Dude, you're messing with the wrong man! I learned to fight straight from the Satan Dojo!"

"Listen up!" Gohan snapped, ignoring the blonde's challenge. The man was too weak to fight him anyway. He dressed tough, wearing a tight black t-shirt that showed off his muscles, jeans and steel-toed boots, with his hair pulled back in a half ponytail and his strong jaw sporting thick stubble. But Gohan could sense that there was little to his actual strength, with his power level barely radiating off him. "Mia is my fiancé and you will respect that. If I even hear one uttering of you saying anything remotely degrading, there is not a doctor alive that will fix what I can do to you." It seemed a little out of character for him, but sometimes his mother's fury did come through, especially when it came to people he cared about. He was also feeling more protective of Mia now that she was carrying his baby. His eyes settled on Sharpener who seemed to shake a little at his words, knowing that the hybrid was telling the truth. "Are we clear?"

Sharpener gulped under Gohan's intense gaze as he muttered, "Crystal."

Gohan nodded, forcing a smile as he added, "Good. And drive safely. You're carrying precious cargo."

Sharpener frowned at that as Gohan turned to walk back to the car where the women waited for them, Mia with her hands on her hips. Sharpener's eyes went wide as he saw Mia's protruding belly. It wasn't as far out as his sister's, but she was clearly pregnant. Sharpener mumbled a small, "Uh-huh," to himself as he walked back to his scarlet red jeep.


Two weeks had passed quickly, and Mia was finishing getting ready in a small capsule house Bulma had brought, so the pregnant women wouldn't have that far to walk. She was finishing putting in her earrings as Libby fluffed out her dress, making sure the red belt was tied perfectly. The dress was a white satin and chiffon A-line with and empire waist, with the top styled with a crisscross heart shaped neckline with chiffon straps to hold Mia's growing chest up. The dress also had a short train that trailed behind her slightly, and the skirt flowed gently over her bump. Mia's hair was styled into an elegant braid with baby's breath flowers woven in, matching her red rose and baby's breath bouquet. She didn't wear a veil, in favor of the flowers. And she wore some ruby earrings and a drop pendant that ChiChi had given her to match the engagement ring.

Shopping with Siyaka had been difficult, being adamant about Mia respecting Saiyan tradition in wearing red on their wedding, especially since she was marrying another Saiyan. Mia had tried to talk her down, seeing as this was an earthling ceremony, and the usual Saiyan traditions wouldn't be a part of it. Mia was thankful for that. She could hardly imagine Gohan and her following through on the bedding ceremony, not to mention the blood mixing. Yeah, Mia could do without those. The red belt was enough to settle Siyaka's demands, though, so Mia made sure the dress she got worked with it.

Since red and white was the color theme forced on them, Mia had Libby in a sleek red lace dress that fell gracefully over Libby's large bump, but still fit her form really well, and ended just above her knees. The dress had a thin red satin belt and three-quarter length lace sleeves. Libby had her hair pulled back in a loose half braid away from her face. She'd be carrying a single red rose down the aisle with her.

"Oh," ChiChi gushed as she walked back into the room. "You look breath-taking." Siyaka sipped on some champagne, also brought by Bulma, in the corner, eyeing Mia bittersweetly. "Isn't she gorgeous?"

Mia smiled at the complements as she finished putting the final touches on her outfit. Siyaka nodded, agreeing with Mia's future mother-in-law. Siyaka wore a silver, pencil-skirt dress with a one-shoulder neckline, the fabric split at the chest and twisted to the back with ruching at the waist. Nothing like ChiChi, who wore a very conservative dress with a black silk top with golden filigree around her high collar and down her chest and a black velvet skirt that started just above the waist. Her hair was pulled back in a tight bun with a gold piece in it, while Siyaka had done nothing with hers. Short Saiyan hair didn't style well, according to Siyaka.

"So, have you started picking names," ChiChi started eagerly, grabbing a glass of champagne to join Siyaka. Mia didn't answer immediately, so ChiChi added, "Because I know Dad has a whole list of names that we didn't use for Gohan. And the name I liked, Einstein, was immediately thrown out." She said the last part a little bitterly, not noticing Siyaka almost spitting into her champagne flute mid-sip at the idea of "Son Einstein."

"Uhm, actually yeah," Mia started with a frown. She and Gohan had discussed it before, and she was wary about sharing it, knowing people would immediately start to judge it. Gohan was all for sharing the name they picked, and probably would after the ceremony.

Siyaka seemed to take an interest, only showing it mildly, but Mia knew her mother was more than curious. ChiChi was waiting with baited breath until she couldn't take Mia's silence anymore and asked, "Well?"

She didn't look at her future mother-in-law as she sighed, "We don't want people to judge it."

ChiChi waved her off as she replied, "We won't judge it!" Libby shrugged, curious for their decision as well.

"I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours," Libby offered, caressing her belly gently.

Mia smiled, chewing the inside of her cheek. "Fine," Mia conceded, unable to bear the relentless stares. "What's her name?"

Libby smiled as she replied, "Rulla, after my grandmother."

The group hummed their appreciation of the name. "Rulla. That's beautiful," Mia replied sincerely, caressing her own bump. She let out a small sigh before explaining, "Gohan wanted to honor his old master, Piccolo, with a musical name. And I wanted a Saiyan name, so we picked a Saiyan name based off one of their string instruments, Bracken." Siyaka smiled at her daughter, clearly happy they had chosen to follow their roots.

ChiChi shifted a little, seeming slightly uncomfortable with it, but not wanting to show it as she muttered a small, "Son Bracken. That'd be a great name for a boy. But what if it's a girl."

"Bracken is a unisex name," Siyaka replied, and Mia nodded along with her mother's answer. "My chambermaid at court was named Bracken."

"Oh," ChiChi said with a mix of a sigh and a huff. But she didn't say anything else, as she took another slow sip of champagne. Mia got the sense she didn't like the name, but since she had promised not to judge, ChiChi remained silent. Better than "Son Einstein." Mia suppressed an eyeroll just thinking about it.

There was a knock on the door, and the women all called out simultaneously, "Come in!"

The door opened slowly, and Trunks peeked in, his purple hair had been slicked back, and his blue eyes shone brightly under his large brow. Usually his hair hid his forehead and eyes, but Siyaka could see the boy had a similar widows peak to his father, looking a lot like him if not for his earthling traits. And his suit fit perfectly, but that was to be expected. Bulma was still the wealthiest and most connected woman in the entire world. She'd even tied his red tie in a Windsor knot, that he tugged at a little. He first looked at ChiChi and Siyaka, saying in a small voice, "I was told I needed to come seat you both." The women finished their drinks as Trunks turned to his sister, a surprised smile on his face as he breathed out, "Wow. You look really pretty."

Mia smiled at him, a little taken aback. Compliments weren't really the norm between them. "Thanks?" She replied a little awkwardly. "You clean up pretty nice, too." ChiChi and Siyaka maneuvered Trunks out before anything else could be said, and Mia let out a long sigh. She was a little nervous, and she didn't know why. She had this weird sense that everything was changing, but when she thought about it logically, nothing would be different. Not until baby Bracken came. That was another two and a half months though.

Libby seemed to sense Mia's worrying thoughts and placed a calming hand on her shoulder. "Hey, it's just cold feet … and hormones."

Mia let out a small chuckle, "I know. I just can't stop thinking everything's going to be different now."

"Is it really, though?" Libby asked skeptically. "Gohan's been pretty much living with you for the past couple months, right?"

Mia nodded. "I know. Just can't shake the feeling."

Libby let the statement hang in the air before asking, "So, are you going to go by Son Mia, or keep Mia Jicama?"

Mia frowned. "You know, we hadn't discussed it. I'll probably keep Mia Jicama, but Bracken will be Son Bracken."

"Of course."

Just then the door opened again, and Trunks peeked in. "It's time," he said nervously.

Mia smiled at her brother. "Thank you." She grabbed her bouquet and Libby grabbed her rose tentatively. Something about Libby's expression told Mia something was up. "Uh, Trunks, do you mind giving us a minute?" Trunks nodded, bowing out of the room.

Mia moved to grab her best friend's hand, and Libby pulled away slightly. Mia frowned again. "Libby, what's wrong?"

"I … I just…" Libby stuttered. Mia frowned further. Libby was usually so sure of herself. Finally she shook her head and mumbled out, "I just want to make sure you're doing this for the right reasons. That's why I couldn't."

"Libby, what are you talking about?" Mia asked.

"I didn't call off the wedding because Penn cheated on me," Libby corrected shakily. "I called it off because we were getting married for all the wrong reasons. Mine was because I was in love with someone I didn't think could have, and I thought settling was better than chasing a fantasy I couldn't achieve. His cheating just reminded me that us settling for each other wasn't just unfair to me, but to both of us."

"Libby…" Mia breathed.

Libby held up a silencing hand as she finished, "So, before you go down the aisle, I just want to make sure you're one hundred percent in love with him." She paused before she added jokingly, "Because if not, I will go write a note and we can go back to North City."

Mia chuckled at her friend's jibe, but nodded. "Yes, I am. One hundred percent."

"Ok," Libby sighed with a resolute nod, and a forced smile. But something in her eyes looked hurt as she grabbed her rose and made her way to the door. "Ok."

"Libby, are you sure you're alright?" Mia asked.

"Yup," Libby chirped, her eyes a little teary. "I'm just so happy for you." A tear rolled down her cheek, which she wiped away quickly, muttering, "Damn hormones." Before Mia could question her further, Libby strolled out the door, ordering Trunks to "Strike up the band."

Trunks and Mia both paused, watching Libby walk out to the ceremony, her head held high as she began her march down to the front. "Everything ok?" Trunks asked, eyeing his sister a little nervously.

Mia nodded, looping her arm with his. "I'm sure everything will be fine," she answered, pondering exactly what Libby had been talking about being in love with someone else. Her whole relationship with Penn seemed perfect until the wedding weekend. Her heart sank as she realized maybe she didn't know her best friend as well as she should.

Mia and her brother walked out to the aisle, just a white runner flecked with red rose petals leading to an archway adorned with red and white roses. Just under the arch stood the Ox Kingdom's officiant, and Gohan. He looked nervously at his shiny black shoes that went perfectly with his black suit and red tie. He looked up for a split second, only for his gaze to settle on Mia's, a grin finding a way to his face as he looked at her. Mia beamed back at him, all of her nervousness about the wedding fading away in an instant.


Gohan landed deftly, Mia in his arms in a bridal hold, in front of the front door of the Jicama's farmhouse. Our farmhouse, he mentally corrected. They were married now. His heart leapt at the thought. Siyaka had decided to move into Gohan's old apartment, so they could have their space. So, it was truly theirs now. Carefully, he opened the door and stepped through, carefully guiding Mia through the doorway as she smiled up at him. "Welcome home, Son Mia," he said, unable to hold back his grin as he said her new name.

"Just shut up and kiss me," Mia said, grinning as well as she pulled his mouth to hers eagerly. She tried to deepen the kiss fervently, but Gohan pulled away and licked his lips coyly.

He set her down carefully as he said, "You don't want to savor this moment? We did just get married."

She fingered the lapel of his tux gingerly as she said in a measured tone, "Yes … but I also want what was promised to me." Her grip tightened on his lapel as she pulled him toward her, but again he resisted, spinning her around pulling her hands down to their sides.

"I find it hard to believe you want to just get it over with," he said with slight frown.

"I think you're just stalling," Mia replied pointedly, closing the distance between them. "I think your afraid that if you kissed me for longer than two seconds, you won't be able to hold yourself back anymore." She finished leaving less than an inch between their mouths. Their breath mingled as Gohan's senses were filled with her honeysuckle scent. But after these past two weeks, the longest span of time they went without sex since their arrangement began, he could almost feel her craving him.

Gohan raised an eyebrow at her. "It's only been two weeks."

"So? That's two weeks to catch up." Mia attacked his mouth with an unprecedented fervency. He opened his mouth with a small smile as he let her tongue play with his. She maneuvered themselves back to her room, kicking off her shoes and pushing off his jacket as they moved.

You know, I was planning on some setup, you know. Candles. Music?

Fuck it. I haven't had you in ages.

It's been two weeks.

It's been too long. Her mind sounded just as exasperated as her kissing. Her fingers quickly worked at the buttons of his shirt, almost ripping them out of their holes.

Ok, calm down. It's a rental.

Mia rolled her eyes as whipped the belt through its loops, and pushed his pants down, freeing his tail. The furry appendage unfurled itself, and she grasped it, petting it gently, sending shivers up his spine. He finally pulled away, breathing heavily from their lengthened kiss. She eyed him confused, still petting his tail absently. "Turn around," he instructed. She let out a calming breath and turned. He gently pushed her hair onto her shoulder, exposing her back, and deftly unbuttoned the back of her dress. He pushed away the lacey dress from her, caressing her back as he did. She stepped out of her dress, leaving herself only in panties. She moved to cover her protruding belly subconsciously.

Gohan gave a weird look at the action. Her still being self-conscious about her pregnant belly didn't make any sense to him. If anything, it made her more attractive in a way Gohan didn't expect. He pulled her to him, enveloping her into another kiss. His tail found her, coiling around hers tightly as she melted into him. Her grip around his neck tightened as he lifted her legs to his waist, gently laying her on the bed.

He pulled away from Mia, and she let out whine. "Just hold on," he breathed, as he reached for a sturdy pillow. She eyed him weirdly as he handed the pillow to her and said, "You need to put this under your back." She frowned at him confused by the gesture. "It provides support and makes sure that the uterus doesn't cut off blood flow to your heart."

Mia blinked at him before saying sarcastically, "Wow. So sexy."

Gohan frowned at her and Mia pushed herself onto her elbows to look at him incredulously. He set the pillow down with a huff and said, "I told you I wanted to research it first. This is what the research said."

"To take all the sex appeal out of having sex?"

"No," Gohan grumbled annoyedly. "Just that sex is only healthy and safe in certain positions once you're this far along." They let the silence hang between them for a minute. "Candles would have been nice, since we already had a lot to set up pretty much."

Mia held up a silencing hand, not wanting to hear it. She let out a resigned sigh and small sniffle as she said, "So this is it. This is when it becomes moo-moos and missionary position until we die, isn't it?"

Gohan let out a bark of a laugh. "What? No." He pulled her up to him, brushing away a bang that fell into her eyes. He could see her tears forming at the prospect of their lost youth, and he smiled to himself again, pulling her into another kiss. She could feel his want for her, not as strong as she wanted him, but it was still there and strong enough. Just give me a minute. He pulled her off the bed as she consented. He grabbed two pillows, lining them in the middle of the bed. He then directed her to lie down sideways facing the pillows, her bump supported by the extra padding. He moved her top leg up to open her.

She found the position oddly comfortable, barely registering him climbing on top of her, careful not to put any pressure on her bump. She felt him open her lips, and moaned a small, "Oooh," as he slid into her. One of her fists clenched the pillow, wondering how this position made him feel so much bigger. A part of him felt proud as the thought echoed through them. He slowly pulled out and pushed back in, both cautiously and sensually. His hand found hers clenched around the pillow, and his fingers entwined with hers as he continued to pump into her. Her tail wrapped around his thigh and rubbed against his motions, needing the friction between them. His tail found its way to her clit, and she gasped as the jolt of ecstasy ran through her. His mouth nibbled on her neck and shoulder as he pushed into her. He felt her orgasm building quickly, faster than usual. His tail rubbed against her bud harder as she began to buck against him. He slowed his pumping, not near his own climax as his tail helped her get off. Every part of her clamped down on him and shook as her orgasm rippled through her, forcing air out of her lungs as she screamed his name. Both the ecstasy of her orgasm and her scream coursed through Gohan, making him harder as he picked his pace back up. It didn't take her body long to recover, and she was back to bucking against him mumbling "Fuck," and "please," into her pillow as her fingers clawed against it. His tail started flicking against her bean again, and it sent her careening into another orgasm, but this time he was going with her. He bit down on her mating mark, and their ecstasy exploded into each other, riding each other out until Gohan was spent. But for some reason Mia wasn't. Even as he pulled out of her, she continued to buck and moan as orgasm after orgasm rippled through her, crashing against her like a white-water river. Gohan watched on in bemused wonder as the last and largest climax ripped through her, tearing out with another unintelligible scream.

Her hands still clenched with the pillow as she panted against the exertion. "What … the hell … was that?" she asked between breaths. He moved to touch her, caress her thigh, and she cried out a pained, "Nononono no…"

He laughed a little to himself, realizing her entire body must be spent after that experience. "That was a perk to having sex while pregnant," he answered, "according to the books."

"Oh … ok," she replied, a mix between happily and blankly. "I think … I think I'm just going to go to sleep now."

Gohan nodded, moving to turn off the light. He returned to bed, curling up on the other side as she remained in the same position. He looked over her naked form, smiling as he asked, "Still think it's just moo-moos and missionary from here on?"

"No," she replied.

He fingered the edge of one of the pillows and asked, "You want to do that again in the morning?"

Mia answered with a grin.


18 watched her twin pace along Gero's laboratory floor, peeved about something. She'd noticed their recent raids didn't excite him as much as they used to. They just got back from another one this morning. 17 didn't get to kill enough people for his liking. She moved to pick her nails, knowing her brother wouldn't tell her what was bothering him. He wasn't really the confiding type. 17 noticed her absently picking at her nails, and commented, "You don't have anything to say about what just happened?"

She stared past her brother at a metal wall with a frown. "Gohan escaped again," she answered with a shrug. "Didn't realize there was much else of note." As much as they liked the saiyans to think they knew nothing about them, Dr. Gero had programmed their hard drives full of dossiers of every Z fighter, including Goku's son, Gohan, and Vegeta's two children, Trunks and Mia, as well as his ex, Siyaka. They knew everything about them. Age. Skills. Special abilities. Even descriptions that updated once a year with the nanobots' updates. They had come in a few weeks prior, but 17 and 18 hadn't updated that information yet. It was mostly more of the same the past few years. Gohan constantly trains. Trunks studies. Mia tends her cows. And they didn't know what Siyaka was up to anymore, since they blew her precinct to kingdom come. Sadly, all were still alive.

"There has to be something we're missing," 17 huffed, his arms crossed. They let the silence hang for a minute, then he shifted a suspicious glance to 18.

She caught his gaze and frowned, "What?"

"Have you noticed something different about them recently?"

18 raised an eyebrow at him. "What do you mean 'different'?"

"I mean Gohan is fighting solo again," 17 stated, shifting his gaze to the back wall. "Why would he do that when he can fight with two other saiyans just as strong as he is?"

18 shrugged. "Maybe they had a falling out."

"No," 17 replied, rubbing his chin in thought. "Even if they had a falling out, they would still fight together until we were eliminated. It's the only way they can attempt to beat us. They know that."

18 quirked her head to the side. "So what do you think it is?"

"I think the only reason to keep Mia from fighting with him, as she's done for half a year, up until a couple months ago …" He paused, still thinking it through. "She had to have become a liability."

18 frowned, her back going rigid as her mind ran through every scenario that could possibly fit, and her brother was right. Mia had to become a weakness for the hybrid. It was the only explanation. "What kind of liability?" Injury seemed the most likely. But any injury would have healed by now. Illness? Or was it something boring as love? But knowing what kind of liability was important. Injury meant she could still fire ki blasts, and still fight with limited movement. Love meant she could still fight completely, she'd just be a distraction for the hybrid in a battle. Illness meant that she couldn't fight at all.

17 sucked on his teeth before answering, "We'll need to update our hard drives with the nanobots' new information. It's the only way we can know for sure."

18 grimaced. "I thought you would say that."

He looked at her annoyedly, not appreciating her whiny tone. "Well, if we want to exploit his weak spot, we have to know what it is, exactly." He moved across the lab, grabbing the hookups to update their data.

18 rolled her eyes, walking over to her brother as she stated, "I just hate the idea of shutting down for a couple weeks while the data downloads."

17 gave her an odd smirk as she got herself into position. "You think you're the only one who hates this?"

She refused to look at her twin as she huffed at him, "Just do it."

17 nodded, plugging her up to the computer and tapping a few buttons until the computer screen flashed, "Shutting Down Device. Initiating Installation on Device: Android 18. 0%" After almost a minute it ticked to "0.01%." 17 got himself into position as he started plugging himself up, hitting the same buttons. Thirteen years of doing this for both of them has made him well practiced. He felt his eyelids get heavy as the computer forced his body into shutdown. Their bodies would automatically reboot once the installation was done.

When he woke, he heard an alarm going off, and his sister yelling incoherently. He quickly unplugged himself, as he took in some of the scene. 18 had beaten one of the hibernation chambers, or coffins as 17 and 18 used to call them, to near rubble. And a couple of Gero's filing cabinets off to the side were up in flames. 17 stoically grabbed a fire extinguisher and put out the flames. He listened to her scream, "IT'S NOT FAIR!" every time she hit the hibernation chamber over and over again. He deduced she had a little more time reviewing the data than he did, and there was something upsetting in the update.

He moved to grab his sister, but she pulled back, yelling, "Don't touch me!"

"That bad, huh?"

The way he said it, though, wasn't like an animatronic mimicking speech, like an android would speak. It was the way he said it when they were kids in foster care getting bad news. For a moment he wasn't Android 17, but Lapis again.

18 sank at his words. She couldn't be mad at him. It wasn't his fault they were monsters. It was the Doctor who kidnapped them, killed them, and rebuilt them to be the monsters they were now. Except they weren't entirely. He could get rid of what made them physically human, but he couldn't get rid of their basic human needs. Love. Acceptance. Dreams of one day having a life worth living they could never achieve now. How people could take for granted having those needs fulfilled enraged them. They weren't human anymore, not fully.

"Just look," 18 sighed.

17 closed his eyes as he reviewed the new data. The first half of the year was as expected, but right after Gohan met Mia, a relationship started. As the images and recordings of their training and other recreational activities, 17 understood why 18 was so upset. Especially once they announced Mia was pregnant sometime in March. As an alien hybrid, Gohan was supposed to a monster like them. Maybe he was entirely biological, but a future full of love and family was supposed to be just as unattainable for him as it was for them. Even fighting against them, he was supposed to be just as miserable as they were. But the fates had something different planned. Something to show they truly were alone in the world.

17 pushed down the same feeling of rage he shared with his sister, and felt the familiar void of numbing emptiness it brought. "This is good," he stated. 18 eyed him warily as he added, "This can destroy him." He stood, walking to the back of the lab as he said, "She's weak, but carrying his whole future. Kill her, he'll self-destruct. No more golden boy. I don't know about you, but that sounds a bit more fun than just ruining another city." He stopped, crossing his arms and eyeing the other hibernation chambers. Several of them housed other androids they hadn't touched yet. They were a dynamic duo that didn't really need a third wheel, except, "We need to separate him from her before we attack, though. And I think I know how."


"You know I hate surprises," Mia grumbled as Gohan walked her through their house, his hands over her eyes as he guided her through.

"You'll like this one. Trust me," Gohan replied, grinning excitedly. Mia pursed her lips skeptically, but let her husband walk her through the house she lived in for the past seven years. She could hear their feet echoing down the hallway on the hardwood floors.

"Is this why you wanted me out of the house?" she asked, a little accusingly. Bulma had come by with Siyaka telling her they were having a girls' day. Bulma paid for all of them to get mani-pedis, which Mia had needed in the worst way. She was just starting her last month of pregnancy, and boy was she excited to be almost done. Who knew the toll carrying a baby 24/7 did on your feet. Not to mention back pain. She'd been driving Gohan crazy snuggling into her body pillow instead of him. "You're just too buff," she'd tell him, "I can barely get any bump support with you." Bulma got her one, saying it did wonders when she was pregnant with Trunks. That was the best she could get to alleviate the pain, and it wasn't much. Gohan couldn't get a good angle to rub her back any good either, since she couldn't lay on her stomach. The massage chair did wonders today.

He guided her back to one of the bedrooms, barely being able to hold back a grin. He lifted his hands from her eyes, and she took that as a queue to open them. Her eyes went wide as she took in the room he led her to. It was painted a pale green with white trim. "Bracken" painted in script in on one wall above a crib, which had been built and setup with pristine sheets and little stuffed animals. Hanging above the crib was a mobile of stars and a crescent moon. A rocking chair with a blanket was set underneath the window, as well as a dresser/changing station, complete with diaper genie. Mia's hand found her mouth as she looked around the room. This morning, it was white and bare, and she and Gohan had only just talked about what it should look like.

"Siyaka and Mom have been helping me get a few things the past couple weeks, and Trunks came over this morning to help with the painting," Gohan stated, somewhat sheepishly.

Mia looked around at the room speechless as she took a few steps in, and the weight of everything sunk in deeper. Her fingers found the rim of the crib, brushing gently along it as a tear came to her eye.

"Do you like it?"

Mia sniffled, and gave an emphatic nod. Her tears started falling down her cheeks, and she quickly tried to wipe them away.

"Mia," Gohan gasped, reaching out for her.

"I'm ok," she said quickly wiping her eyes quickly. "I just wasn't expecting this."

Gohan gave her a comical frown as he stated, "Well, it needed to happen at some point. You've only got three or four weeks left."

She waved him off, saying, "I know. I know. I just … I didn't realize how real this made it." He smiled as she huffed, muttering, "Damn hormones." He pulled her over gently into a kiss, and she pulled him tighter to her, more aggressively kissing him. She was letting her hormones rule her right now, and one of her strongest hormones thanks to the pregnancy was her libido.

He pulled away with a smirk as he said, "We can't do that in here." She silenced him again with a breathless kiss, but guided him out of the nursery and already working to get his shirt off as she dragged him down the hallway.

Gohan pulled away from her, breathless again. "We can't keep doing this," he sighed as he slumped down on his pillow, his body tired.

Mia could only purr against her pillow as her body hummed with the after effects of their romp.

"I'm serious," Gohan said around gasping breaths. "We keep this up, Bracken might come early."

"You know," Mia started, a small smirk coming to her face as she continued, "if that means I get back to fighting sooner, I'm all for it." She was just about as out of breath as he was. "And if …" she stopped short, giving a small pained groan as she clutched her pillow tightly. She let out a long calming breath.

He picked his head up nervously, looking at her carefully. "You ok?" he asked, a little nervously.

"Yup," she answered, her tone clipped by pain. "Just Braxton Hicks."

"You're sure?"

She let out another relieving breath, saying a small, "Yeah."

"That's it," Gohan stated, eyeing her carefully. "That's the last time we're doing that until Bracken is out." Mia pouted. "I mean it," he added. "I'm not risking triggering labor before the baby's ready to get out."

"But, if I go into labor, that means the baby's ready to come, doesn't it," Mia countered.

"No, it doesn't," Gohan answered.

Mia was about to argue with him, but the phone rang, interrupting them. Mia frowned, shooting Gohan a look. He sighed, getting up nimbly and walking briskly to the phone. She heard him pick up and answer as she heaved herself up, supporting her large belly. She saw a foot roll over her belly, and she smiled. Bracken was always active in the afternoon and night. She hoped that wasn't a sign for when the baby was out.

"Oh!" Gohan gasped into the receiver. "Yeah, we'll be right there." He hung up quickly and almost ran back to the room, grabbing his clothes. Mia gave him a weird look until he said, "Uh, that was Sharpner. Libby's in labor." Mia's eyes flew wide before she started bustling around the room, throwing on some maternity clothes as fast as possible.

Within a minute, they were locking the front door and taking off to Orange Star Hospital. It took them a few minutes to get there, and Gohan let Mia down carefully on the walk into the labor and delivery unit, but Mia ran in as soon as her feet touched the ground. Before Gohan could catch up, she was at the front desk, asking for Libby's room. "Mia!" a man called out, grabbing their attention. He looked like Sharpner, light brown, skeptical eyes and slicked back, short blond hair. Gohan recognized him as Libby's father, Mr. Ploom. He was an ex-cop with the Orange Star Police Department who had been discharged after a head injury sometime when Libby and Sharpner were young. Sharpner sat with his father, looking at the ground nervously. Mia walked over to them, and Gohan followed her.

"How is she?" Mia asked.

"Good, from what we hear," Mr. Ploom replied. "She was crowning when we got here though."

Mia's gaze fell to Sharpner who refused to look anywhere other than the lobby rug. "What happened to Sharpner?"

"Oh," Mr. Ploom said, a small smirk coming to his face as he continued, holding back a laugh, "He got an eyeful when Libby was getting out of the car."

Mia pursed her lips, holding back a grin at the thought. Mrs. Ploom walked out from two large doors, grinning as she said, "The baby is out and healthy. Libby is doing fine. They're ready to see you, if you want."

Mr. Ploom eagerly followed his wife, only to notice Sharpner wasn't moving. "Well, are you coming?"

Sharpner looked at his father wide-eyed, but he was clearly too in shock from the what he saw earlier to say or do anything. Gohan frowned, eyeing the blonde cad oddly. "Why don't you all go ahead. I'll stay back with Sharpner," Gohan offered. Mia and Mr. and Mrs. Ploom walked through the heavy swing doors back to Libby's delivery room. Gohan crossed his arms as he took in the seemingly broken man that once took pleasure in lying about Mia's sex life. "Was it that horrible?" It was an honest question.

"It was like … I don't even think I can describe it," Sharpner answered around gagging. "It was like the movie Alien, but real."

Gohan frowned. "I haven't seen that movie," the hybrid confessed, looking off

Sharpner's wide light brown eyes found Gohan's black ones. "But you know the scene where the alien pops out of the stomach, right?"

Gohan shook his head nervously.

Sharpner looked at the hybrid incredulously before asking, "How do you not know that scene!?"

Gohan's gaze narrowed before he answered, "I wasn't given much time to watch movies as a kid."

Sharpner let out a scoff, stating, "Well, I guess you'll just have to be surprised."

The hybrid frowned at the response, but decided not to engage him further. They waited in silence until someone came out, the sound of the hospital waiting room was the only thing keeping them from pure deafening silence. Mia came out first after thirty minutes, her expression a clear mix of emotions. Gohan stood, walking over to greet her. "You ok?" he asked, grabbing her hands carefully.

Mia nodded. She looked back at Sharpner and commented, "You should go see your niece. She's beautiful." Sharpner looked away sheepishly from her suggestion. Mia frowned, then turned to her husband, grabbing his hand tightly. "We should go."

Gohan followed his wife out the front doors, heading to a clear area where they could take-off. Gohan noticed Mia looked troubled as they took off, and he asked, "Everything ok."

Mia pursed her lips, her eyes wide before she answered, "I don't think I can do this."

Gohan eyed her carefully. "What do you mean?

"Labor," Mia answered. He frowned as she hauntingly added, "The sounds some of the women down that hallway were making."

He squeezed her arms gently with a pitying look as he said, "Well, it's a little bit late to be nervous about it now."

Mia kept shaking her head as she said, "And poor Libby. She didn't get there in time for the epidural. I… I can't imagine." Gohan frowned at her as Mia just shook nervously.

"Calm down. I'm sure when the time comes, you'll be able to handle it," Gohan said reassuringly. "Just like a Saiyan."

Mia let out another calming breath before muttering, "The Zenkai boost will be nice."


Five days had past, and Gohan and Mia were sitting down to a nice breakfast, this time solely prepared by Gohan. They'd picked Bracken's favorites, or at least what they thought were the baby's favorites. Everytime Mia ate that meal, Bracken made sure to give a review in kick form. The more kicks, the better the meal. Buttered toast; cheesy eggs with some onions, ham and peppers; grapes; and soothing tea. Mia sat and ate with one swollen foot propped up on Gohan's lap. He didn't mind as he chowed down on his own meal. They listened to the radio, not speaking much as they ate.

She let out a sigh, relaxing back as she swallowed her last bite, enjoying the feeling of being full, but knew in thirty minutes, she'd be ravenous again. That never seemed to fail now. For some reason, Bracken just couldn't get enough food now, and if she didn't watch herself, she'd start munching on some snack for most of the day just trying to sate the baby.

Gohan had finished a few minutes before, and turned to her as she leaned back. "You finished?"

Mia wiped some crumps away from the corner of her lips uncaringly as she answered, "For now."

He nodded, grabbing the dishes and taking them to the sink, rinsing them for the dishwasher. Mia ran her fingers through her hair as she let out a tired sigh. She didn't get much sleep the night before. The Braxton Hicks were never ending. As soon as she would doze off, another wave would hit her. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes, only to have another false contraction hit, and she let out a small groan at the sudden pain, until it ebbed thirty seconds later. Gohan eyed her carefully, putting the plate in his hands back in the sink. "Are you ok?" he asked, nervously. Really, he was asking if he needed to grab the delivery bag and head towards the hospital, but they were at least a week away from that.

Mia let out a hissing, "Yeah," before doing a calming breathing set. In-2-3-4-5-6-7-8. Out-2-3-4-5-6-7-8. She gave a nod as she finished the set, and the pain disappeared. "I think I need to nap for a bit."

Just as she said that the radio buzzed, "Ginger Town, a town 150 miles north of West City, is under an android attack! If you're in the cities limits, it's best to locate the nearest Capsule Corp Bunker, and wait for the National Guard. If you're outside the city, but still in the imminent threat zone, please evacuate to West City, Basilford, Hazlenut Village, Oregano Town, or Wasabiville. Again, Ginger Town is under android attack. Please evacuate to the nearest Capsule Corp Bunker or listed town. This is your only alert."

Mia looked at the radio, her expression sullen as her heart sank. She licked her lips nervously, before looking at Gohan. But no words came to her mind. The androids hadn't attacked in over a month, and she was kind of hopeful that they had self-destructed or something. But no.

Gohan eyed her with the same sad expression she gave him before turning off the water and going to their room to change into his fighting gi. It didn't take him long to change. When the andriods attacked, he didn't have time to spare. He walked out of their room, and stopped by her on the way to the door, pulling her into a chaste kiss. I love you.

I love you, more.

He pulled away and headed out.

"You come back in one piece," Mia ordered as he swung the door open, her hand clutching her swollen belly. He gave his trademark Son family grin as he gave her a small wave and stepped outside, before shooting off into the skies.

He flew off as fast as he could, whipping by farmland and cityscapes until the smoky horizon of burning Ginger Town. He scowled at the decimation and damage. People screamed as more buildings exploded. Gohan clenched his fists as he took in the sight. A sight his child would grow up seeing as normal. The thought churned in his mind. Unless this ends now. He powered up to Super Saiyan and plunged into the burning city, ready to end things.

As he lowered into the city center, he found a lone figure shooting at the city, a figure he didn't recognize. He wore a cap, brown gloves, light brown vest, dark green pants held up by silver suspenders, and dark gray boots. The man was tall and pale, and his silver hair caught the wind lightly. He turned his head slightly, showing his angular facial structure and silvery blue eyes, and smirked. "Well, that didn't take long."

"You aren't one of the androids," the hybrid growled, gritting his teeth. Gohan clenched his fists nervously. "Who are you!?"

"'Not one of the androids,' you say?" the man chuckled, a thick country trawl in his voice. He slowly turned as he added, "Well, I wouldn't be too sure about that."

Gohan's eyes flew wide as he saw the Red Ribbon logo emblazoned on the front of the man's cap and on his vest. "What?" he barely breathed. "How!?"

"Oh, come now. With names like 17 and 18, you couldn't really have thought they were the only two?" The android laughed. He gestured to himself as he added, "I'm designated as Android 13, your unlucky number." He tipped his trucker's cap as he added, "Much obliged."

Gohan grit his teeth and clenched his fists. "Where are 17 and 18?" He didn't have time for games.

13 smirked. "Wherever they can do the most damage."

Gohan scowled. "If you're not going to tell me, I'll just beat it out of you!"

13 laughed again. "I'd like to see you try."

Gohan's power surged around him as he launched himself at the android, fists flying. 13 blocked well until Gohan started throwing some kicks in, throwing off his rhythm a bit. 13 grabbed his ankle on the second roundhouse kick, throwing him down. Gohan caught himself, using the flip-turn maneuver Mia had shown him. 13 zoomed after him, and Gohan narrowly dodge a punch to the back of his head, turning and trying to knee 13 in his temple. The android ducked, throwing a punch to Gohan's abdomen, which the hybrid knocked away, using the leverage of the blow to spin kick. 13 was too fast, ducking again and kicking Gohan in his stomach, sending the hybrid flying.

Gohan recovered, shooting a small blast toward his adversary which hit with a loud explosion. When the dust cleared, 13 stood strong and smirking with only a slight scuffing on his boots. Damn, Gohan thought, trying to figure out what to do. Those may not have been his most powerful moves, but they should have done some damage.

"My turn," 13 said with a sneer, lifting his own gloved hand and shooting a more powerful blast back.

Gohan reacted quickly as the energy ball flew towards him, focusing his ki into his arm and striking it away. The blast soared off, exploding in a brilliant light behind him. Gohan did his best to remain composed, but his arm was numb from the power of that blast and shook, feeling weak now.

13 seemed to sense it and smiled. "Boy, you won't win against me." He put two hands up as if holding a ball before creating a red blast with a solid red core, remind Gohan a little of Mia's Chaos Bomb.

"Shit," Gohan cursed, readying to move. If it was like Mia's blast, it would be almost impossible to dodge, but detrimental if it hit. 13 fired, and as expected it chased Gohan as he made every dodge and dive to escaped the blast. As the blast got closer, almost a few feet away, it detonated. The blast sent Gohan flying, and he only just barely was able to brace himself from being completely thrown. He looked back towards the Android, and in his place was someone he never thought he'd be so happy to see.

Siyaka hovered in the smoky air, her super Saiyan aura billowing out around her as she crossed her arms. "It looked like you needed help," she stated as Gohan flew towards her.

"Thanks," he breathed, massaging his wrist from earlier.

Siyaka looked at him sideways, noting his arm before saying, "Give me," gesturing to his hurt hand. He complied, and she used some ki infusion to heal it slightly. Once she finished, he tested his hand, thankful the Jicama women had learned such a technique.

13 rose up from the city's ashes sneering at Gohan and his mother-in-law. "So Siyaka has joined the fray," he scoffed. "I didn't think you were one with much of a death wish, but if you're looking for annihilation, I'm you're huckleberry."

"Just tell us where 17 and 18 are. Then we'll dispatch you as painlessly as possible," Siyaka called back.

"As I told the boy, they're where they can do the most damage," 13 stated, sucking on his teeth.

Siyaka launched on him, growling, "That's not an answer!" The way Siyaka went after 13 was brutal, and Gohan vowed to never piss her off if that was what she was capable of. She moved to punch 13, hiding a blast in the center of her palm, which she detonated as soon as he moved to catch her fist. Blinded by her attack, she did a spin kick, sending him towards the ground. He tried to slow his fall only to have her collide into his back, falling with him into the ground, recovering with a small flip away before landing. Using the smoke as cover, she watched 13 pick himself up, rattled by her onslaught, only to attack again using her favorite disarming move from her mixed martial arts training, knocking him down by his legs and pulling his arm into a wrist lock. "Where are they!?"

13 grunted, trying to push himself back up, but she kicked his arm out from under him, tightening her grip on his other wrist. "What town?"

"Who said anything about a town?" he growled out.

Siyaka scowled, using the leverage she had on his wrist to rip his arm off. He let out a scream as she crushed the arm in her hand, casting the wasted metal aside. He tried to move out from under her, but she kept him pinned. She always had fairly good control from this angle.

Gohan landed near them, eyeing his mother-in-law's work with awe as she charged another hand with ki, severing 13's head from his body. "Remind me never to piss you off," he muttered, watching Siyaka grab the android's head by his silver hair as his body twitched and crackled with wasted electricity.

She brushed off the comment, stating, "Maybe if you were as ruthless as I am, rather than testing your enemies' limits, the androids would be dead."

"Maybe," Gohan said with a frown. "But he was much weaker than either 17 or 18."

"Hey!" the android snapped.

"13, was he?" Siyaka asked, and Gohan nodded. "Gero was probably still working out the kinks on this one. Still, next fight, don't dawdle with your finishing moves. Always go in for the kill." The android growled, and Siyaka smiled at him. "Now, where are 17 and 18." The high of besting one android was getting to her. It felt like she could take on any of them and win.

13 smirked. "It's too late now. They're already there."

"Where?" Gohan growled, more dangerously now.

The android looked to him and smiled. "Wherever you'll hurt the most."

The hybrid frowned, still confused by the android's riddle until he felt a surge of power south east of them, towards home, which disappeared as quick as it came. Gohan's heart plummeted. Mia, he realized. He jumped up into the skies, flying back home as fast as he could, pleading he was wrong. That Mia and the baby were safe. He could feel Siyaka tailing him a mile or two behind. If they were going there, Mia couldn't defend herself. The pregnancy sapped up all her ki. And they were still two hours away.

As he came towards their farm, he saw Mia running into the field from the barn, waving him down. He powered down, happy to see her ok until he heard her yelling, "Get out of here!" He landed, running up to meet her, but after his first two steps, a loud bang sounded. Mia froze, her onyx eyes wide and towards the sky as a small but powerful blast barreled through her chest leaving a gaping hole, continuing on to connect to his dominant arm's shoulder and blasting. Mia fell to the ground, her eyes glazed over as she struggled to breath, her lungs filling with blood and fluid. He heard her breath leave her and saw her head lull to the side lifelessly.

"MIIIIIIAAAAAA!"