A/N: Hey it's been a while. I am truly ashamed for neglecting this story, but I've been overrun with ideas for one shots and of course I've been rapidly updating my Priest story, so I've been focused on that. Plus I started working full time-ish…

Okay enough excuses.

Just so you know, from here on, each chapter will be a snap shot from a month during Vegeta's pregnancy until he gives birth. These chapters may or may not be as long as usual, due to the fact that they are snap shots.

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THE FIRST MONTH

A lot of things changed during Vegeta's first month of pregnancy. He moved out of his room and into Piccolo's so they could be together and Piccolo could keep an eye on him. He began having regular visits with Pota at the end of each week to monitor his progress. Due to the sped up gestation period, he already had a little bump showing, which both excited and terrified him.

All in all, things were good. Well, aside from the dreadful morning sickness. It was horrid, and it was gross, but after the first two weeks, it stopped all together. For that he was extremely grateful, as were the rest of the inhabitants of the Lookout.

One strange side effect of the anti-morning sickness shot was his sudden change in appetite. He began to eat the strangest things.

One morning…

Piccolo woke up slowly, his mind still foggy from sleep. He wasn't used to sleeping just yet, but Vegeta didn't like him staying awake and meditating, so he adapted to make him happy. He stretched and yawned, cracking his back nicely. It was then that he noticed that Vegeta was absent from their bedroom. He didn't hear anything in the bathroom so Vegeta wasn't sick.

Frowning slightly, the Namek got out of bed and walked down the hall in his boxers. Why bother with pants? It was his house after all. He reached out with his mind, trying to find his mate. Slowly, since he was still new to emotion-tracking, he eventually found that Vegeta was in the kitchen. He seemed quite content.

The smell that greeted Piccolo was like nothing he had smelled before… making a face he stepped across the threshold, searching for the source of the smell.

Vegeta was leaning against the counter drinking some sort of weird light green drink. Raising an eyeridge at the substance, Piccolo approached his mate.

"Good morning Vegeta." He said softly, smiling when Vegeta beamed at him, a rarity.

"'Morning." He replied, standing on his tip-toes to peck Piccolo on the lips. He went back to drinking his bizarre beverage. Piccolo looked around the kitchen. He saw a carton of eggs, a bag of broccoli, and two plastic containers. His eyes widened slightly and he looked back to the cup in Vegeta's hand.

"Vegeta… what exactly are you drinking?" He said warily. Vegeta shot him a look.

"A shake. I wasn't that hungry."

"What's in the shake?"

"Hmm… eggs, broccoli, cream cheese and guacamole." He said with a smile. Piccolo felt his stomach cramp slightly. How could Vegeta eat that? It sounded disgusting. Of course, he wouldn't dare voice his opinion. Instead he smiled back and kissed the Prince's forehead.

"Sounds… interesting." He forced out. Vegeta wrinkled his nose.

"It's quite horrid actually when I think about it… but it's what I wanted." He shrugged. "Goddamn hormones."

Piccolo chuckled and took the glass from him, placing it on the counter behind him. He then wrapped his arms around Vegeta's waist and picked him up, hugging him. A small surprised sound escaped Vegeta before he smiled and wrapped his arms around Piccolo's neck.

Piccolo smiled widely at the feeling of the little power level pounding between them. Their child was so strong already it was ridiculous.

"He's gonna be one strong little bastard." was how Pota had put it so eloquently during the last check up.

Vegeta leaned back and gave him a kiss, smiling as he did. Piccolo was going to miss seeing Vegeta smile so much, but then again, maybe it wouldn't go away. The Prince had changed a lot since they had begun to show their feelings to each other.

Vegeta's hard callous personality had slowly morphed into one of just biting cynicism. He was much easier to deal with, and he smiled more often. Piccolo took secret pride in the fact that the Saiyan was never like that when he was with Bulma.

He put his mate down, keeping a hand on his waist. Vegeta picked up the glass and finished off his glass, swallowing it down in one gulp.

"Revolting." He mumbled, setting the glass back down and pushing it away from him. Piccolo smiled and gave him a kiss on the neck, nuzzling the soft skin, earning him a quiet chuckle.

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A/N: One month down, four more to go. HANG IN THERE VEGETA! XD I know you all must be pissed at me but review anyways. I love you guys!