Thankfully Mr. Popo was a skilled painter, so even in his still a little shocked state, painting the walls of Kami's huge bedroom didn't take him but a mere few hours. The paint he used was also a very rapidly drying kind, so by the same evening everything in the room could be put back to their place.
He had just finished his job, when he heard Bulma's flying craft landing on the Lookout.
"Splendid." He thought. "Their timing was perfect."

He ran outside having just cleaned himself up, and greeted Bulma and her father, Dr. Briefs, as they stepped outside of the ship. He wasn't surprised when he noticed that Yamcha and Puar were with them. Just as Mr. Popo was about to tell them what the situation was, Tien Shinhan landed on the Lookout with Chiaotzu. They had been visiting Korin and seen Bulma's ship approaching so they had thought to come and see what was going on.

Knowing Kami was still in the seeing room, he began to fill in his audience about the recent developments, starting with Kami's long lasted depression and lack of appetite, to regaining his appetite by a tenfold, his nausea, his gained weight, the caretaker's suspicions about his Master having an eating disorder, and then the most recent complete change in Kami's mood for the better and his new, most ridiculous and utterly crazy fixation.
"… And now he thinks everything that's been going on is because of he is… with child." Mr. Popo finished, blushing in the end.

The look on everyone's faces was of utter shock and disbelief.
"He… He thinks he's… pregnant!" Yamcha asked, voicing what everyone must have been thinking at that point.
"Apparently so." The caretaker confirmed. "He even requested me to re-paint his walls in order for them to be more suitable for a nursery this morning and he has already made a crib and a change table for "the baby"."
"He is… He is out if his mind!" Tien said, with a worried shock written all over his face.
"Well, no kidding!" Yamcha agreed. "He should know that men can't have babies!"
"Oh, w-wow." Bulma managed to stutter, out of her shock. "Now this is a most interesting development."
"Indeed it is, honey." Dr. Briefs confirmed.
"Do you have any idea of what might have caused all this?" his daughter asked.
"I have my suspicions, yes. But I need to talk to Kami himself first."

"Oh yeah, where is he?" Yamcha asked, only to have his question answered immediately, as they all of a sudden heard Kami's voice coming from behind them:
"What's going on? Oh, hello everyone! I wasn't expecting so many guests today." He smiled.
"Now tell me, what can I do for you?"
"Master, don't you remember?" Mr. Popo asked. "I contacted Dr. Briefs yesterday to come and perform a medical check-up on you."
"Ohh, that's right! I had totally forgotten about that!" The old Guardian slapped on his forehead gently in embarrassment.
"Please forgive me, Dr. Briefs, I've had so many things in my mind lately that I can't possibly keep up with everything. What would I do without my ever-so-loyal servant, Mr. Popo." He smiled, flatteringly, putting his hand on the black genie's shoulder.
"And that reminded me! I just returned from my room; the paint-job was flawless, as usual. Excellent work, Mr. Popo!"
"Why, thank you… Kami. The pleasure is all mine." The caretaker replied, awkwardly.
"Humbleness never suited you well; you deserved every bit of that." Kami teased his servant a little, but then quickly changed the subject:
"Alright then, shall we get going? I'm sure you're running on a busy schedule, Dr. Briefs."
"Not at all. Will you lead us to someplace where we can be in private?" the Doctor replied.
"I'm sure one of our guest rooms should be sufficient enough. Follow me." Kami said, motioning the Doctor to follow his lead. They entered the Lookout, leaving the others behind.

What everyone had failed to notice was that Goku and Krillin had been spying on them and had heard everything. Krillin was in shock as much as everyone else was, but Goku was scratching his head in wonder, like he hadn't understood something.
"Krillin?" he asked. "What does "pregnant" mean?"
The bald child was instantly snapped out of his shock when he heard the question.
"Don't you know anything? When someone's pregnant, it means they are going to have a baby!"
"How cool!" Goku exclaimed, happily.
"So Kami is going to have the family he always wanted, right?"
"No, you idiot!" Krillin facepalmed, in embarrassment at his friend's stupidity.
"Men can't have babies, not like that! Only women can!"
"How come?" Goku asked, a little hurt.
Krillin blushed, and then paled a little in horror when he thought about explaining it all to his friend.
"Uhh, never mind. But hey, I know! Let's go spy on Kami and Dr. Briefs!" he changed the subject quickly to avoid having to tell Goku about the birds and the bees, and grabbed his hand as they ran under the guest rooms' windows. It didn't take long to find the right one. The Doctor and the Guardian were in the middle of a conversation.

"Now, I understand having a child has been a long time dream of yours?" he asked.
"Yes, ever since I was young. Lately, it's been constantly in my mind though." The Guardian replied.
"Was that the reason why you became so depressed?" Dr. Briefs continued.
Kami sighed. "It was. For some reason the idea of never having children of my own took away all my will to live. Maybe it is why the Most Supreme decided to bless me with this child. I at least can't think of anything so good that I've done that I'd deserve this or how else this could be possible the first place. Nevertheless, I couldn't be happier."
"I see." The Doctor said, writing something down in his notebook.
"The depression lasted for several months, correct?"
"Yes, that is correct." Kami confirmed.
"And disappeared yesterday the moment you realized your, uh, your "condition"?"
"Yes."
"Alright." Dr. Briefs stated, lowering his notebook for a while.

"I'm going to ask some questions regarding your health now. Mr. Popo mentioned something about you having troubles with eating. Could you elaborate about that?"
"Hnh." the green man uttered a short laugh. "Yes, there's been some. I began getting easily nauseated a couple months back so I didn't eat much of anything for the longest time. But after I slowly gained my appetite back I realized no matter how much I ate, it wasn't enough. And still it would make me nauseated in the end. But I can see why I've been so hungry, it was all for the baby, which also explains the weight gain." he smiled, patting his belly gently.
"Hmmmm…" Dr. Briefs uttered, silently, while again scribbling something on his notebook.
"Have you had any other symptoms? Like, back-pain, constipation or such?" he asked.
"Well… as a matter of fact, I think I have." Kami said, blushing a little.
"But I didn't think much about it. You know, you get all kinds of ailments at my age."
"Uh-huh." the Doctor seemed to agree, writing it down.
"Have you...felt any movements of the…uh, "child"?

After hearing this question Kami's gaze fell a little.
"No, I don't think I have." he replied, seemingly losing some of his earlier enthusiasm.
"I see. Then how can you be so sure about… you know?" Dr. Briefs asked, doubt clear in his voice.
"Oh, there's no doubt about it. I can feel its energy. It's faint, but it's there." Kami replied, holding his hand over his belly.
"Interesting." the Doctor noted, writing something in his notebook, putting it in his pocket and standing up.
"I'm going to investigate you a little now." he said, taking out a stethoscope from his bag.
"I need you to take off your robes, if that's alright."
"Oh, sure, of course." Kami said, pulling his robes over his head.

Dr. Briefs took his time listening to Kami's belly first, very carefully and from several angles. After doing that, he wrote something down on his notebook again and then performed a physical on Kami. After he was finished, he packed his equipment back in his bag and capsulized it.
"Well." The Doctor began. "It seems that you're physically as healthy as you can be. Everything is just the way it should."
"Oh, I'm so glad to hear that." Kami replied, sounding very pleased.
"So, I'll let you to return to your work, I just need to make one phone call, if you excuse me." Dr. Briefs said, leaving the room.
"By all means. Thank you, Dr. Briefs." The Guardian said, smiling, and went back to his earlier duties.