A/N: I apologize for the delayed update guys. School has been Hell. I know we're all curious to see how Vegeta reacts to his pregnancy, aside from passing out like an old lady. XD -ducks Big Bang Attack-
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Vegeta came to with a jolt. He sat straight up and wiped the water off of his face. His gaze landed on Pota, who was holding a cup and a jug of water.
"Are you awake, or do you need another dose?" She said flatly. He glared darkly at her before rubbing his hands over his face with a snort.
"I'm really pregnant?" He groaned, almost afraid to hear her answer.
"Yes." Pota replied simply. Vegeta looked at her from behind his fingers, his eyes filled with a thousand emotions that flashed by like slides in a high-speed projector. Pota put the cup and jug down and joined her younger sibling on the hospital bed.
"I'm surprised that you didn't take precautions." She said, searching his face. He sighed and shrugged.
"I kind of forgot. It happened so fast."
"You planned it though, how could you forget?"
Vegeta snapped his head to Pota's face.
"Planned what? Getting pregnant? No way in hell did I—"
Pota shook her head.
"No, the sex part. I know you. You don't just do that kind of stuff on a whim." Vegeta hung his head in defeat. His sister knew him well enough.
"Yea, so…" He mumbled.
They sat in silence for a few moments. Vegeta stared at his hands in his lap while Pota read over the data on her chart.
"You know, Vegeta…" She said softly. The Prince looked at her. She fixed her heterochromatic eyes on him.
"This doesn't have to be a bad thing. It could bring you and Piccolo closer together."
Vegeta suddenly leapt off the table and crossed his arms over his chest, obviously frustrated as he began to pace.
"Or it could make everything fall apart. Who knows how he'd feel about having children. We didn't discuss anything like this because I forgot that I'm capable of reproducing." He vented. Pota watched him practically carve a rut in the floor before she stood and stopped him with a hand on his arm.
"You won't know until you ask him." To her surprise, Vegeta wrenched out of her grip and glared.
"I'll be damned if I tell him anything about it." He hissed. Pota felt her patience thinning.
"Oh really? You're not going to tell him anything? You're just going to assume that he won't notice your stomach getting bigger?"
"Who said I'd even go outside after this? I'll just stay in my room until it's over."
Pota stared at the Prince like he had two heads.
"Vegeta, that's the stupidest thing I've ever heard leave your mouth. The normal Saiyan gestation period is 7 months, and for Namekians it's 3 months, so I'm guessing this pregnancy will last about 5 months. You plan to hide in your room for 5 whole months?" She asked, annoyed.
"Yes." The younger Saiyan sniffed.
"You're not serious! Don't be stupid. What will you do when you go into labor? You'll die if you try and deal with it yourself. You'll need me."
"I don't NEED your help! I'll figure it out myself!"
"GODS you're so pigheaded!"
"I am not! I'm not telling him!"
"You HAVE to tell him! He NEEDS to know!"
"Piccolo doesn't NEED TO KNOW!"
The siblings stopped arguing when the medical bay doors hissed open, revealing the very Namekian they were talking about.
"Piccolo doesn't need to know what?" The warrior asked, looking between the two Saiyans who had each other's collar in their grip.
They stared wide-eyed before letting go of each other.
"What are you guys talking about? Did you find out what's wrong with Vegeta?" At the mention of his 'illness', Vegeta visibly paled. Pota noticed, as did Piccolo.
"I want to know what's going on. Now." Piccolo demanded.
There was a small pause before Pota turned to Vegeta.
[Vegeta] She spoke. The word sounded strangely velvety when she said it, and Vegeta gave her a confused look.
The next time Pota spoke, Piccolo couldn't understand her. The words she was saying sounded like Japanese, German and Russian all mashed together. Piccolo assumed it was the native Saiyan language.
[You have to tell him. It's not just about you this time. Half of that child is his.] Pota said. Vegeta stared at her before finally replying. The raspy tone of his voice disappeared, leaving the true deep tone of the Prince's voice. Piccolo listened in earnest, despite his inability to understand them.
[I know it's not just about me, but… I just can't.] He admitted, looking lost.
Pota looked at him sympathetically.
[Why?] She asked softly.
Vegeta put a hand to his forehead and stared at the ground, avoiding the piercing gaze he could feel coming from Piccolo. Pota finally understood.
[You're afraid.] Vegeta nodded. [Of what?]
The Saiyan shrugged, but answered shortly after.
[I don't know. I'm afraid he'll be angry. What if he makes me leave? What if he never talks to me again?]
Piccolo listened to the exchange between the Saiyans. The only thing he got from the conversation was that whatever they were discussing was upsetting Vegeta, and that didn't sit well with him. Pota spoke again, her alto voice still soft.
[Vegeta, I've only been here for roughly a month, and I know that he would never do that. You are mated for life. He won't leave you if he knows that.]
[He knows.] Vegeta replied.
Pota offered him a soft smile.
[Tell him. I'll be here.] Vegeta looked at her, fear apparent in his eyes.
[Tell him. I'm right here.] Pota repeated. Vegeta swallowed hard and turned to the concerned Namek.
"Piccolo." Vegeta spoke in English. Piccolo offered his hand. Vegeta placed his smaller hand in his, not surprised when Piccolo gripped it tight.
"Vegeta, please tell me what's going on. I'm worried about you." Piccolo's voice was strained as he stared into his mate's face, searching for something, anything.
Vegeta finally worked up the nerve to look at Piccolo, and almost lost it. The raw emotion in Piccolo's eyes twisted his gut into knots of guilt. How dare he cause him so much pain.
"I… have something to tell you." Vegeta started. His throat closed up and he looked to Pota for support, who smiled and nodded.
Piccolo remained silent, waiting for Vegeta to continue.
"You know I've been sick. Well, we know why now." Vegeta said, dancing around the truth. Piccolo couldn't stand it.
"Yes I know you're sick. Are you ill? Is it a disease? Oh Gods you're not dying are you?—" Piccolo was cut off mid-rant by Vegeta taking his hand and placing it on his stomach. Piccolo stared at him in confusion.
"Tell me what you feel…" Vegeta spoke softly. Piccolo was about to say 'nothing' when he froze, his eyes growing wide. He could feel it; a little pulse of a power level, almost hidden by Vegeta's own massive power level. He would have missed it if he hadn't been asked to look.
He stared wide-eyed at Vegeta's brave expression, his brain unable to comprehend what he was feeling. The two men stared into each others' face, each looking for something different there. Pota almost held her breath.
"You're…" Piccolo breathed.
"Pregnant, yes." Vegeta finished for him, uncertainty resting solidly in the pit of his stomach. Piccolo retracted his hand, frightening Vegeta, only to fall heavily to his knees in front of the Prince, staring up at him. Vegeta didn't dare breathe as Piccolo wrapped his arms around the Saiyan's waist and pulled him close. The Namek closed his eyes and put his face in Vegeta's stomach, feeling the small pulse again.
Vegeta hesitantly placed his hands on Piccolo's neck, watching Pota smile at him as she quietly slipped out the medical bay doors. He looked down at his mate, who was holding him tightly and breathing slowly.
Vegeta was about to speak when Piccolo's voice met his ears.
"Vegeta… Words couldn't express how I feel right now." He finally leaned back and looked Vegeta in the eyes. Vegeta melted under the loving heat of his gaze. He let the tears he had been holding back spill over, smiling when Piccolo wiped them away with his thumb.
"Is that a good thing?" The Prince asked quietly.
Piccolo lifted Vegeta's shirt, exposing his stomach. The Prince smiled warmly when he felt Piccolo press a soft kiss to his stomach, smiling against his skin.
"Very. I thought I was as happy as I would ever be when you asked me to be your mate, but this… knowing that we're going to have a child together… I don't even know what to say." He kissed the bare skin again before smiling up at his love. Vegeta tenderly kissed his forehead, confused at all of the new emotions he was feeling but feeling extremely happy all the same.
"I was afraid you'd be mad and leave me."
"Never. Don't ever think that." Piccolo's voice was filled with passion as he leaned forward and kissed Vegeta with equal passion, his hand resting on the Saiyan's stomach, enjoying the little pulse pounding against his hand. The Prince smiled at him.
"I'll never doubt you again." He replied.
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A/N: Gave you guys a longer chapter to make up for my absence.
Here's the cute moment you asked for, BloodyImmortalOfDarkness. :3 Hope it's to your liking. Review as usual pwease! :D