A/N: Month 3 is here. Oh god what kind of headache is in store for Piccolo this time?
Soundtrack: Break Your Heart by Taio Cruz; You Make Me Feel… by Cobra Starship and Sabi
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THE THIRD MONTH
Not being in bed when Piccolo woke up had become a habit of Vegeta's. Somehow being pregnant had made him want to get up earlier in the morning, and Piccolo slept in late. That didn't mean Piccolo didn't experience momentary panic when he saw his Saiyan Prince was missing from the bed, but he was quickly soothed when he felt his mate reaching out to him through their bond, reassuring him.
Piccolo woke up blearily, again noticing that the Prince was absent. He reached out with his mind and met a very happy Vegeta. Curious, he tracked the man to Pota's established room in the Lookout. Ever more curious, he put on his gi and decided to go investigate.
He knocked on the door, hearing some shuffling around before Pota opened the door.
"G'mornin'!" Pota chirped, smiling warmly. Piccolo returned her smile.
"Good morning. Is Vegeta in there with you?" Pota nodded and let him inside. He froze in the doorway.
Vegeta was sitting on the floor in blue robes similar to Pota's. They sat spread out around him like wings, showing off his moderately large belly. Surprising Piccolo more was his hair; it was lying flat on his head, reaching down past his shoulders, straight and shiny. He looked absolutely gorgeous. Piccolo was speechless when his mate turned and smiled radiantly at him.
"Good morning, Piccolo." He said, his voice happy. Piccolo blinked, snapping out of his shock and smiled, entering the room and leaning against the wall.
"Good morning. Why are you all dressed up?" He asked, motioning towards the robes. Vegeta shrugged.
"Dunno. Just felt like dressing up. I'm going to wear these tonight for the dinner." Piccolo could have smacked himself.
They were having everyone over to the Lookout for dinner that night and he had forgotten.
"Don't worry about doing anything. Pota and I will take care of it." Vegeta said, turning and facing forward when Pota picked the flatiron back up, fixing some unruly pieces of his hair. Piccolo frowned.
"No you're not. You don't need to do anything. You need to rest." Vegeta snorted.
"No I don't. I'm fine." He looked at Piccolo out of the corner of his eye and smiled, putting his hand on his stomach.
"We both are."
Piccolo smiled and joined the two on the floor, rubbing Vegeta's belly lovingly. Pota smiled but said nothing. It made her stomach do flips seeing Vegeta so happy and carefree. She could have chuckled at how feminine Vegeta was acting. Her brother was not a feminine person, but hormones can do crazy things to a person. Besides, it was fun to have a sister-figure sometimes.
"So what were you saying, Vegeta?" She said, prompting him back to their previous conversation. Vegeta sighed dramatically.
"Oh my God. Kakarrot. His damn ugly gi drives me crazy. For God's sake, it's orange." He snorted.
"My God I swear I've never seen a more revolting color than orange." He rolled his eyes. Piccolo chuckled.
"Orange makes me sick. It's so… so… GOD it's just so something I can't stand." Vegeta said, making a face.
"You used to wear orange all the time when you were little." Pota commented, poking his cheek. The Prince swatted her hand away.
"Yea so? That was before I got some damn sense and realized how ugly orange is." Vegeta huffed. Pota and Piccolo laughed.
"You seem to have some irrational hatred of orange, Vegeta." Piccolo said. Vegeta shot him a look and stuck his tongue out.
"Bite me."
"Don't tempt me." Piccolo warned, laughing as Pota made fake gagging noises.
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Most of the day passed unnoticed and soon it was almost time for dinner. Mr. Popo, Vegeta and Pota helped make dinner while Piccolo and the Briefs boys cleaned up around the Lookout.
This would be the first time anyone had seen Vegeta since Bulma's funeral so it was a big occasion. It would also be the first time anyone had seen him since his belly started to show. Needless to say he was a little nervous.
"What if it freaks them out?" He asked as Pota helped him redress in his robes after dinner was ready.
"It won't."
"But what if it does? Here on Earth men don't get pregnant. They might not be used to it." He stared at himself in the mirror, looking more than perplexed. Pota tied the sash around his middle so that it rested on top of his stomach. She looked over his shoulder at him in the mirror.
"These people are your friends, are they not?" Vegeta didn't answer.
"Then there shouldn't be any problem. They should accept you either way because you're special to them." Vegeta looked at her, still looking unsure. He looked down and put his hands protectively on his stomach. Pota smiled and kissed his cheek, squeezing his shoulders gently.
"You'll be fine."
Vegeta looked at himself in the mirror and for the first time in his life he felt completely at ease. Letting a smile form on his face, he and Pota left his room to go greet the guests.
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Goku and the Son family were the first to arrive, and needless to say Goku was the most excited to be there.
"Where's Vegeta? Is he here?" He asked Piccolo, to which he received a chuckle.
"Of course he's here. He's just getting ready."
"I'm right here." Both men turned to see the Prince standing in the doorway with Pota behind him. Piccolo attempted to swallow past the dryness in his mouth.
Vegeta's robes fit like a glove. The sleeves flowed in folds down his arms and his feet were bare, a rarity. His jet black hair rested on his shoulders, not completely flat but with a few spikes on the sides. Another rarity was that his gloves were nowhere to be seen. The sash around his ribs framed his belly. A black circlet sat on his head, adding to the regal image. Pota was wearing a gold one to match her red robes and gold jewelry.
Piccolo seriously doubted he would stay sane during the dinner with Vegeta looking so utterly perfect.
Goku's face lit up with a giant smile.
"Wow Vegeta you look awesome!" He exclaimed, both relieved and surprised to see Vegeta smile almost fondly back at him.
"Thanks." Vegeta said, already feeling better. He did his best to be civil with everyone as they arrived. The guest list included the Son family, Tien and Chaotzu, Yamcha, Master Roshi, and Krillin. Vegeta was shocked that so many people really cared to see how he was doing. Even Kakarrot's naggy wife bothered to give him some "while you're pregnant" tips.
When it came time for dinner, Piccolo sat at the head of the table with Vegeta to his right and Pota to his left. Goku took the seat Vegeta indicated next to him, beaming happily.
"So how does it feel, Vegeta?" Goku asked during the dinner. Vegeta looked up from his plate, raising an eyebrow.
"Being pregnant I mean." Vegeta swallowed his food and shrugged.
"It's different. I've eaten more weird foods in the past few months than I've ever eaten in my entire life, I can't do nearly as much, and on top of that I can't train until after I give birth." Goku looked sympathetic until Vegeta's face lit up in a radiant smile. He put his hands on his stomach and rubbed it idly.
"But you know what, Kakarrot? It's going to be worth it." Goku smiled, excited to see his friend so happy and peaceful. After eyeing the Prince's hands for a few seconds, Goku cleared his throat before speaking.
"Vegeta, would you mind if I…" Vegeta looked surprised before smiling and nodding. Goku gently placed a hand on the Prince's stomach and his eyes widened.
"Wow he's really strong!" Goku exclaimed. Vegeta heard Piccolo chuckle and he rolled his eyes.
"Of course he is; he's my son." Vegeta chuckled. Goku laughed.
"True. Yours and Piccolo's. He's gonna be one heck of a fighter." He commented, removing his hand and nodding. Vegeta looked pleased and went back to eating.
Goku continued to watch his friend during the course of the meal. Vegeta was acting so different, but it was nice. He hadn't snapped at anyone, safe for Mirai when he and Gohan were talking with their mouths full, and he was even bothering to make conversations with the other people at the table. He smiled more and not a single curse word left his mouth.
Vegeta really did look amazing. Having his hair down on his shoulders made him look more feminine, which was a good thing. If it weren't for the fact that Goku would probably get punched, he'd call him beautiful.
The Prince was practically glowing, and not in the Super Saiyan way Goku was used to; he was almost literally emanating happiness. Goku couldn't stop himself from smiling when Piccolo put his hand on the table and took Vegeta's in his, stroking it with his thumb. When they turned and smiled at each other, Goku almost felt like he should look away. The raw emotion on their faces was staggering.
Goku went back to his meal, smiling behind his cup.
After everything Vegeta had gone through, he was glad to see the Prince in a genuinely good mood.
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A/N: There, gave you a little look inside Goku's head for a bit. :)
Review please! Forgive me for taking so long. -_-