A/N: Hey! I'm sorry its been so long since Ive updated! Ive been very busy...and then all the sudden i realized it had been 6 months since Ive posted a chapter. Yikes! Several people sent me PM's asking me if i was ever going to update, and I feel so bad for keeping you waiting! As usual, thanks to my bestie, Sam, for editing and proof reading, and I hope you guys enjoy! Lemme know what you think!
Her fingers danced softly across the taut skin of her abdomen. A shockwave resonated beneath the skin and she felt a force push back. She smiled to herself, a joyous glow washing over her as Bulla felt her unborn child pressing back against her fingertips. In these past weeks she had spent the majority of her time either thinking about Goten or their child. As the days stretched on, she had found it harder and harder to stay sad about their situation. Yes, it was true that she was being kept from the one she loved. However, she had the security of knowing that she held a part of him inside of her, and no one could take that away from her.
Her happiness was hers alone, and she owned it. She heard a rustle outside her bedroom door and though she noticed it, she paid it no attention. Running a hand through her hair, she turned to look at the window, her curtains billowing softly in the cool fall breeze. She saw a speckle of stars lighting up the cobalt sky and a smile turned up the corners of her lips. Regardless of her situation, she held a life inside of her.
She heard the familiar rattle of the doorknob and rolled her eyes. She had a pretty good idea of who it would be and either way she wasn't interested. She was in too good of a mood to be disturbed at this point. Bulla closed her eyes, careful not to move so that her feign sleep would be believed. The door creaked open and she heard a single pair of footsteps make their way inside before the door was quietly closed. The footsteps made their way closer to her bedside until she felt the all-too-familiar feeling of her mattress sinking as someone sat behind her. The voice that spoke sent a chill racing through her as if she had been doused in icy-cold water.
"I know you aren't asleep, Bulla..."
Her breath caught behind a brick wall in her lungs and she choked back a yelp of surprise. Slowly, she pulled her elbows beneath her and pushed herself up until she was seated, daring not to look behind her. She opened her mouth to try to speak and nothing emerged but a huff of wavering breath. Before she could try again, the figure behind her laid a hand on her shoulder and her body shook in reaction. Finally, she licked her lips and forced herself to speak.
"Gohan..."
She heard him chuckle behind her and she gulped. Slowly, she turned, her hands placed protectively against her round abdomen. Avoiding eye contact, she looked over her shoulder at him. The older half-saiyan smirked at her and she felt her resolve give way as she turned back towards the window.
"What do you want, Gohan?"
He shrugged, though she couldn't see it, and his smirk deepened. "Oh, nothing. We just haven't had any time...alone...lately?"
She shivered with what could only be described as revulsion at his words and she shook her head. "Gohan, stop it."
He chuckled. She felt a twinge of anger at the fact that he certainly wasn't taking her seriously and it would most likely take some choice words before he would get the point.
"What's the matter, Bulla? Being pregnant makes you too good for me?"
She snorted, rolling her eyes. She felt her anger rising with every passing moment. "You're too old for me"
"Never stopped you before."
Her mouth fell open, though in surprise or pure awe, she couldn't be sure. How could he feel it's okay to go there? He knew nothing of her pain and the dilemma she was going through. She had more than a slight feeling that he had come here just to gloat.
"Don't you care about Goten?"
"What about him?"
She whipped her head around to face him, her expression practically dripping with her distaste. She suffered through the bad taste in her mouth, her words flowing freely like a waterfall.
"Don't you think he would be a little upset that you're hitting on the one that's carrying his child?"
"Are you sure?"
She made a sound of annoyance deep in her throat, rolling her eyes, "That he would be upset?"
"That's not what I meant."
"Then what?!"
"Are you sure that's his child?"
Bulla felt her eyes widen and suddenly she found herself unable to open her mouth. Desperate to distance herself from Gohan, Bulla stood carefully, cradling her stomach in both hands as she made her way to the window. She gazed out at the clear night sky, willing herself away from the situation. She heard footsteps behind her and the dread crept up on her like bile in her throat.
"Answer me..." Gohan demanded.
"Gohan..."
"Are you sure?"
She spun around to face him, no longer caring who heard her. "YES! Yes, I am sure!"
"Are you, really?"
"YES!"
He pressed her back, grabbing her wrists and holding them at her sides. He pushed until her body was against the windowsill, his body pinning her to the hard, unforgiving wall.
"Are you really...100%...sure?"
His breath was hot against her face as he leaned against her and she felt her will crumble against his advances. Pulling in a shaking breath, she shook her head, hanging her head to avoid his gaze. His voice was low and sinister, and it seemed to pull the tears from her eyes.
"Tell me."
She raised her eyes to look at him, her cheeks wet from her emotions. She shook her head slowly and when she answered her words were whispered, hushed and pulled from a broken soul.
"...no..."
He pushed closer to her. Leaning down until his lips grazed her ear; he spoke calculatedly,
"Never forget. I was there first. Do you remember how you fell to your knees begging?"
Bulla shuddered and turned away, her face contorted into an expression of pure embarrassment.
"You're dad believes it's Goten's though," Gohan chuckled under his breath before continuing, turning away from Bulla with a cocky smirk. "At least he seemed pretty convinced when I told him."
Bulla gasped, her hand coming to her throat. Her lip quivered from a mixture of rage and sorrow. "You told my dad..."
Gohan let out a bark of laughter before continuing. "Of course I did! Someone had to teach that little bastard a lesson."
In utter disbelief, Bulla let out a weeping cry. "Gohan, he could have gotten killed!"
The saiyan male shrugged, "Yeah...that was kind of the point."
"He's your brother!"
"He should've stayed OUT of it!"
Bulla brought one hand to her mouth, covering it to keep her sobs contained. Though she didn't want to hear anymore, Gohan bombarded her again.
"Just like my father. He should have left it alone. I was there first. The only difference is...my father is too strong to be taught"
Bulla gulped and turned away, her hand covering her mouth almost as if she was holding back vomit. When she opened her tear stained eyes, what she saw behind the pane of glass nearly made her scream.
Goten, his eyes narrowed, his fists shaking from his anger, hovering just outside of Bulla's window. Bulla cried out, reaching forward to throw the window open, her heart leaping from joy. Momentarily, she didn't care about Gohan and she didn't care who knew that he was here, all she wanted was him.
As the young saiyan pulled himself through the open window, he never took his eyes off of Gohan. Bulla suddenly realized what he must have heard and felt as if a bucket of ice had dropped into her stomach. Her eyes darted quickly between the two saiyan men as she lowered herself carefully onto her bed. The room was quiet except for the rush of air that was Goten's breathing. Gohan stood back, a smirk concrete on his features with his arms folded in front of his chest. As Bulla watched them, quiet and sizing each other up, she couldn't help but wonder to herself if Gohan had seen Goten the whole time. He had, of course, been facing the window.
Goten was the first to speak, "You told Vegeta?"
Gohan's smirk grew maniacally, "Sure did."
The youngest Son shook his head in disbelief. "Why would you do this? What have I ever done to you?"
Gohan shrugged, his expression more demented as the seconds passed.
Goten took a step forward, his hands still in quaking fists at his side."Do you have ANY idea what you have done? Because of you, I will never see my son! Because of you, I can't see Bulla!"
Gohan threw his head back, deep, hollow laughter echoing throughout the room. After a moment he dropped his eyes back to his brother and when he spoke, his voice was a low whisper. "She begged me. Did she ever tell you that?"
Bulla stood from the bed then, rage showing plainly on her young face, "Gohan, Shut up!"
"Tell him, Bulla! Tell him how I busted your cherry."
"Gohan, Stop it!"
As Goten watched, he watched the door inch open silently. It swung open without a sound until it came to rest against the wall, unbeknownst to Gohan. In the darkened hallway beyond the room, his face a mask of shadows, Vegeta stood watching the scene before him, his eye twitching from his wrath.
Turning his attention back to Gohan, Goten was barely able to contain a smile, "How long, Gohan?"
Gohan chuckled again, "How long was I fucking your girlfriend? Over a year before you stuck your nose in..."
From the hallway a low, rumbling sound echoed through the room. Goten found he was no longer able to contain himself. Grinning wickedly at his brother, he shook his head.
"Hey Gohan..."
"What?!"
"Karma sucks."
A flash like lightning illuminated the room and Bulla shrieked. The room filled with a gust of wind as if from a hurricane. Goten stepped back against the window, a feeling of heaviness in the pit of his stomach. He knew all too well what Vegeta was capable of and he couldn't help but feel slightly guilty for what Gohan was about to go through.
As Goten watched, the blood drained from Gohan's face, leaving him stark white and shaking. The oldest son of Goku dropped his eyes to the floor, his arms falling limp at his sides. Slowly, he turned and Goten saw his entire body jump when he saw Vegeta.
"Oh fuck..."
The saiyan prince slowly stepped into the room, his aura glowing menacingly around him. His eyes were ghastly white and his hair stood on end, electric and glowing. Turning towards Goten, Vegeta's voice was barely a whisper, but Goten heard every word.
"Run, boy. Leave now, and I will spare you"
Goten nodded, feeling a ball of dread growing inside of him. He turned towards Bulla as he backed towards the window and what he saw there made him stop in his tracks. The blue haired demi-saiyan sat slumped against the wall, her hands clutching her heaving stomach. Her face was contorted in pain and tears raced down her face.
Goten gulped, quickly glancing over his shoulder towards the prince. Vegeta had turned his attention to Gohan and seemed to know nothing else. Seeing an opportunity, Goten raced to Bulla's side, falling to his knees beside her. The roar of her father's growing power rushed in Goten's ears and he leaned close to her, wrapping his arms around her shivering body.
"Bulla, what's wrong!?" She shook her head hard and now Goten could hear her sobbing. She reached out to him, clinging to him almost as if holding on for dear life.
"Goten! It hurts! My stomach hurts!"
An explosion erupted behind him and Goten was nearly thrown to the floor as a gust of wind rushed around them. Turning, Goten saw Gohan fall to the floor. Vegeta was straddling Gohan, his hands wrapped around Gohan's throat. Though Goten felt a stab to the heart as guilt washed over him, he knew this was an opening he had to take. Scooping Bulla into his arms he sprang to his feet, holding her against his chest. Turning momentarily he watched as Gohan attempted, in vein, to fight off his attacker.
Seeing Vegeta's distraction, Goten took the opening. His mind racing, Goten turned towards the door. He cleared Bulla's bed easily, stumbling as he landed. Bulla whimpered, her face a mask of pain. Goten darted into the hallway just as he heard a crunch from behind him and a scream of pain from his brother. Turning the corner into the darkened hallway Goten came face to face with Vegeta's terrified wife and standing behind her, his emotions unreadable, was Trunks.
Bulma ran forward, her eyes roving dark patterns over her distressed daughter's pain filled expression. "Goten?! What happened?"
Before he could utter a single word, Bulla whimpered again, clutching her stomach. Goten felt a gush of warmth down his side and heard something wet splatter onto the hard floor below.
"Mom! We have to get her to the hospital! She's in labor" Trunks rushed forward, grabbing Goten and yanking him forward, pulling him towards the stairs.
