Saiyan Jabs

Author: Edward Tudor

Rating: K+ to M

Warnings: Yaoi, homosexuality, m-preg, AU, crossdressing, etc, etc; you HAVE been warned

Summary: Quick one-shot stories randomly written prompted by one word. Goku/Vegeta only (seme/uke)

Super Hero

T

Zukkini watched as his mama and papa sparred in their backyard. It was a relatively quiet day so his parent's had decided to have a quick spar before the rest of the family showed up for their usual family dinner. Kabocha was with Nira and Wakegi down by the river looking for frogs and tadpoles and Abokado and Jagaimo were taking a nap together. Kabocha had wanted him to come with them to the river, but Zukkini had a book he wanted to finish, so they left him to it.

While the book was interesting, his parent's movements had caught his eyes and soon he was sitting on the grass in the backyard watching as his mama attempted to beat his papa into submission.

He liked watching his parent's spar as it often reminded him that his family wasn't human and it was okay like that. His eldest half-brother often had the annoying habit of speaking about his papa as though he were better than his mama because he had been raised by humans and Zukkini honestly didn't think that. But, then again, Gohan had been raised with his papa in the human way so maybe it was just natural for him to think that.

Gohan idolised his papa. Zukkini never faulted him for it, but he did often think his reasons were a tad…odd.

"He's saved the world plenty of times now," Gohan had boasted. "He defeated Frieza on Namek and Buu! Dad's a real super hero, you know?"

Zukkini, despite being only 9, could only shrug in response to that. Truth be told, whilst Gohan considered his papa a super hero, Zukkini just didn't get it. Oh, sure, he understood the concept of it. That his papa came in to save the day with his strength and fighting prowess; he got that. But it didn't, to him, by any means, make his papa a super hero.

As Saiyans, their strength was completely natural. Their race was one that was based on power and being the most feared opponent one could fight against. To him, his papa killing Lord Frieza on Namek may have been amazing, but not worthy to call him a 'hero'. Sacrificing himself at the Cell Games was one of the many things Zukkini had heard about that made him feel his papa was far from being a super hero, but he never vocalised it because not only would it make Gohan cross, but also because Goku was Zukkini's papa and he never wanted to speak ill of him no matter what he thought about the situation. And when Gohan regaled the tale of the Buu battles it was the only time Zukkini thought his eldest half brother needed a good whack to the solar plexus. Because as far as he read into the story, his papa would never have been able to accomplish what he did if it wasn't for everyone else helping him along the way!

Zukkini sighed as he stared on at the page; looking at the words but not reading them. Maybe he didn't feel the same way about his papa as Gohan did because his mama raised him. Gohan had been raised by a human female and so everything they did amazed him. To Zukkini, not much about their little family was that amazing. It's not to say that he didn't think of his papa as his hero, but he wasn't a super hero.

His mama, on the other hand, was something else!

His mama was a little over half the size of his papa and could very easily hold his own in battle. Not only that, but his mama ran the house of seven Saiyan children (eight if you counted his papa, and ten if older brother's Trunks and Goten were around) as efficiently as a train conductor ran a steam powered train; and with just as much work!

Being the eldest out of their family's children, Zukkini was able to see things that the others couldn't. Like how his mama always made sure each and every child wasn't bored or left out. How hard he worked on cooking a large enough dinner for the whole family, and how even after that he still had to contend with Nira and Wakegi's dinner-time squabbles or get Kabocha and Abokado to stop picking their favourites from each other's plates or coerce Jagaimo into eating his mashed peas. His mama also had the amazing knack for knowing when his child was in trouble, was going to get into trouble or even whom had done whatever mischief (hell, there were many times when Zukkini thought he had framed Abokado for burning the bathroom ceiling only to have his mama knowingly punish him, anyways)!

Of course his papa helped, but he wasn't as good as his mama was. Papa could never suitably punish any one of them who had been naughty; that was always left up to mama. And, more often than not, papa could be easily coerced into ditching his chores in place of having fun with his kids. As fun as he was (and Zukkini will always be the first to admit this), it wasn't much of a good display of a responsible role-model.

Zukkini never liked picking between his two parent's (unlike the rest of his siblings who easily sided with their favoured parent), but he felt if anyone was deserving of the title of 'super hero' it was his mama.

Just as he mentally decided that, his mama gave a slightly pause before whacking his papa down into the ground. His papa yelped and Zukkini stared wide eyed as his mama ran from the spar and into the house. Had he left something on the stove again?

"Ve-Vegeta?" his papa called, clambering from the ground and trailing after his mate into the house. Curious, Zukkini followed.

It was only as he reached the back door that both he and his papa could hear the hungry cries of their newest family member. His papa chuckled and rubbed the red bump on his forehead.

"I should've known," he said. Zukkini followed him as they went deep into the house to his parent's bedroom. There, sitting on the end of the bed cradling Mame against his chest was his mama. Mame was like Jagaimo in that he was also born a super Saiyan, but whereas Jagaimo looked a lot like his papa, Mame took after his mama in nearly every way.

"Guess the little guy was pretty hungry," his papa said as they both watched Mame suckle hungrily.

"How did mama know?" Zukkini asked, more than a little amazed. "I didn't even hear him!"

"Because your mama is amazing," he said fondly. Zukkini looked up at his papa towering over him and saw in his eyes the same look Gohan got when talking about him.

Zukkini gave a small smile. Maybe papa would always be Gohan's super hero, but papa knew his mama would always be their family's super hero.

AN: what is with the lame endings?

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