Disclaimer: I don't own anything except my OC, concepts and ideas. Akira Toriyama owns everything else.

The next morning. . .

Loud screams could be heard throughout the hospital as the nurses attempted to change the bandages of one over exaggerating Goku. Gohan and Krillin were next to follow with Raditz after them. Turns out Goku would have to stay at the hospital for four months, or rather one until a new batch of Senzu Beans was grown. Raditz would have to stay a simple five days due to the burns on his forearms, and both Gohan and Krillin would have to stay a mere three days.

Everyone was gathered in a large family room- the large room being a request from Bulma the previous night, talking about the day before among other things. Raditz was casually leaning against the wall gazing out the window when a knock sounded at the door.

"Knock knock, good morning everyone," Bulma, sporting her new look, greeted as she walked in carrying some heavy looking plastic bags.

"This is quite a scene," Kat grinned, also carrying plastic bags, as she walked in behind Bulma. "Mornin' everyone."

"We brought food," Bulma motioned towards the bags as she and Kat set them down on a nearby table.

"Hospital food can be crap sometimes. There are three Saiyans in here so it's quite obvious that this is not enough to fill you up. But considering the hospital gives you half- if not less than half- of what's in each box every who-knows-how-many-hours, we figured you'd be grateful."

"Oh I am," Krillin chuckled as he grabbed a box for himself and Gohan. "Thanks you guys."

"Injured or not, there's more than enough for everyone," Bulma announced as she and Kat passed them out.

"Hey Goku," Kat greeted her friend as she handed two boxes to Chi Chi. "Long time no see."

"Hey Kat, you're looking great."

"Thanks, you don't look too bad yourself," she smiled.

"I've been through worse, like when I had a hole blown through me," he laughed.

"I suppose that's true," she laughed as well. She then excused herself so that Chi Chi could assist Goku in eating his food.

"Oh hey Kat," Goku spoke up with a mouthful of food right before she walked away. He swallowed before speaking again. "Congrats on the baby."

"Thanks."

"Seems as though you two have come a long way," he grinned.

She couldn't help but return the grin, "Something like that. It's complicated"

Goku resumed his eating as Chi Chi scolded him on how one should not speak with their mouths full.

"You've been awfully patient," Kat said cheekily as she handed Raditz his food.

"I can be a patient man Katherine," he cast her that roguish smile.

"Oh really? Since when?" she looked up at him with a challenging look as she leaned against the wall beside him.

"Kat take a seat," Bulma called over to her.

"I'm fine," Kat waved. "I'm pregnant not handicapped."

"Same thing," Raditz snickered.

"What was that?" Kat went to backhand his precious food but he raised it above his head, their obvious height difference quite evident.

"Now now Katherine," he tsked and waved his finger in a scolding manner. "You know better than to mess with a man's food."

"And you should know better than to mess with a very hormonal pregnant woman," she replied, "Who just so happens to be carrying your child." Her eyes challenging him to say something back.

He smirked, "Very well."

Taking in everyone present, he motioned for her to follow him as he led her to his personal room a few doors over. She sat on the bed while he sat at the small table and dug into his food.

"So what are you going to do now?" she glanced over at him with a sly grin. "You unfortunately didn't die."

"It would have been a shame if I had. Just as you and I were beginning to get along. But unfortunately for you, I'm in no rush to be going anywhere. The battle is over. One of my former comrades was eliminated and the other had no choice but to retreat humiliated. Vegeta will surely be back. He'll be back with a vengeance fueled by a power far greater than what we witnessed."

"Is it like that power up you told me about?" she questioned, folding her arms behind her head. "Like when you recover from near death?"

He nodded.

"Well if it's not one thing it's another," she sighed, her eyes following him as he sat on the edge of the bed next to her.

"Indeed. But onto a pressing matter.."

She looked over at him as he slowly leaned over her.

"Get. Me. Out. Of. Here."

"Oh?" she grinned. "You're in here for five days. It's barely been a night."

"This is nothing," he patted his forearms. "I've had a hole in my abdomen before."

"There's nothing I can do," she shrugged.

"I don't think you understand," he chuckled. "I'd rather relive yesterday's battle than be here."

"What…" she furrowed her brow.

"Kakarrot's incessant screaming at anything sharp here is deafening and if the bald one keeps staring at me, I'll make sure he never stares at anything ever again. The only sane one here is Gohan."

"You're losing your mind here," she chided with a cheeky expression. "But I suppose it is a bit irrational for Goku to be afraid of needles considering who he is and what he's done. As for Krillin," she mused.

"What about the bald one?" he eyed her suspiciously.

"It goes back a bit but I suppose it was all one sided really," she mumbled. Krillin was a wonderful person, a wonderful friend, but he just wasn't her type-

Blinking, she glanced over at Raditz before a small blush settled on her cheeks.

"Katherine?"

"Nothing!" she blurted out, waving him off while standing up. "I-I'll see what can be done to get you out of here."

"Finally," he grinned as she closed the door behind her.

It was the early afternoon by the time they returned home. As expected, Mrs. Briefs had some food set out. Making sure not to let the food go to waste, they greedily dug in.

Raditz looked over in amusement as his mate ate almost as much as he did. Pregnant or not, she had quite the big appetite.

"Ughh, I can't eat anymore," Kat groaned as she leaned back slightly in her chair while rubbing her growing belly. "But that cake smells sooo good."

She slowly reached for it but before she could grab the plate it was lifted off of the table.

"Bulma!"

"Thanks doll," she winked at Kat.

"No!"

Kat looked over at Raditz for some of his piece but he stared her straight in the eye as he made his piece disappear in his mouth.

"You ass," she grumbled.

"You left me at the hospital," Bulma eyed Kat as she took a seat at the table.

"In all fairness, you weren't there. I asked Roshi and he said that you left with Mr. Popo as weird as that sounded. And still does."

Bulma's face lit up as she explained how she accidentally blew up Nappa's space pod and then how Mr. Popo arrived and took her to Kami's ship. So it turned out that this ship could take them all to Namek in a short amount of time as opposed to the hundreds of years they had originally thought. All Bulma and her father needed to do was crack down and reprogram some functions so that it would operate in their language as opposed to Namekian. Once everyone minus Goku, were all healed up, they would commence one their journey.

"Since Kakarrot is so badly injured, can't you place him in the healing tank you put me in when I was first brought here?" Raditz asked.

"Yeah, about that," Bulma began slowly as she scratched her cheek and looked down at the table.

"You see," Kat began, "the tank was in the works when we put you in there. It was the best chance we had in keeping you alive. If it failed and you died then that would be the end of that. So when you were in it, it worked. Yay for us," she waived her hands sarcastically. "The Saiyan lived and in about nine months he would get this badass of a human pregnant. Although it probably would have been best if we kept you in there longer-"

"Kat."

"Meh. Anyways, shortly after you were taken out, the tank started . . . acting up."

"How so?" Raditz raised an eyebrow.

"In short, it completely fried anything put in there from the inside out."

"We're still working on it but it's something we've more or less put on not so high priority. I'm sure we'll get around to fixing that but right now we've got bigger and more important things to work on," Bulma explained. "Like this Namekian ship! While my dad and I start working on it as soon as possible, everyone should be resting up and preparing for the trip . . . which reminds me . . . Raditz, aren't you still supposed to be at the hospital?"

He smirked and glanced over at Kat who had a smug expression.

"What did you do?" Bulma mentally prepared herself to hear the worst.

"I threw a pregnant bitch fit."

"You what?!"

"Yeah, after a few minutes of arguing with the doctor with a bunch of BS on how his absence was stressing me out, or whatever, he finally gave in," Kat shrugged nonchalantly.

"Just like that?"

"Weeell, I may or may not have threatened them by throwing Capsule Corp's name in there."

And there it was.

"Well I live here and for all they know Raditz could be an employee," Kat waved her hand dismissively. "Either way, here we are now and a certain hospital isn't getting sued."

Bulma face-palmed.

"Ciao love," Kat blew Bulma a kiss as she and her baby daddy took their leave.

Bulma could only shake her head at her young friend's methods of getting her way. . .

By the late evening, Bulma and her father were hard at work with Kami's ship while Kat and Raditz had retreated upstairs to 'their' room.

"Damn it woman that hurts!" he hissed, retreating his arm and standing up from where he was seated on the bed.

"It's a burn, of course it's going to hurt!" she motioned for him to sit back down and give her his arm so that she could continue applying the ointment.

"You don't have to rub it so hard!"

"That would be a first," she smirked, making sure to evenly cover his arm before wrapping it in bandages and switching over to the other arm to repeat the process.

"Katherine!" he winced.

"I'm being as gentle as I can! I know it stings but deal with it so I can wrap your arms as soon as possible," she fussed.

He grumbled to himself as she finished wrapping the extremely sensitive skin of his forearm.

"There," she leaned over to peck his lips. "You're so annoying."

"The bandages should be able to come off by tomorrow, if not by the following day at the most."

"You should have stayed at the hospital," she grumbled. "I'm not supposed to be the one taking care of you."

"With the limited resources at our disposal, it really doesn't make a difference if I had stayed or not."

"No, but I surely wouldn't have to deal with you should you have stayed."

"Ah but then what fun would that be?" he grinned.

"Very. Now scoot over so I can lay on my own bed."

"Our bed," he corrected with a grin.

"Start with me and I'll skin your arms and slap you in the face with the slabs."

"Katherine that was gruesome… I love it," he wickedly grinned as he wrapped his arms around his moody mate.

Feeling his arms around her, she couldn't help but notice something..

"Raditz," she began, "I couldn't help but notice that you always avoid my stomach."

"Well you're pregnant," he sat up to look at her properly.

She grinned, shifting onto her back and adjusting the pillow behind her head. "Bullshit. I think you're afraid to touch it," she rubbed her belly. "My spine has shifted, my organs have moved around, my hormones are a mess, and my stomach is a bottomless pit. This isn't even the end of it. I've embraced it. Yet you won't even place one finger on my stomach."

"That isn't my business."

"You're equally responsible for this. It is your business."

He observed her for a few seconds before scooting over slightly and placing a single finger on her belly. She rolled her eyes and took his hand and placed it flat against her skin.

"Katherine I-" he stopped, eyes looking down at his hand on her belly.

Finally. He placed his other hand down and had an expression as if he were searching, feeling for something.

"What is that?" he slowly rubbed his fingers against her soft skin.

"Gas. Probably. That or our kid. I look farther along than what I really am, so movement should be expected by now," she glanced down at him and had to hold back a smile. Both hands still on her as he wore an expression of concentration.

Closing his eyes, he sighed before looking up at her. "I'm not sorry."

She bit her lip as she stared down into his eyes. "Neither am I."

The days quickly passed by as Krillin and Gohan were finally allowed to leave the hospital and Raditz's burns were healing rather well. The preparations were almost complete and the gang was eagerly awaiting. That is, until Raditz dropped some rather unpleasant news to his mate.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN I CAN'T GO?" Kat demanded, expecting an immediate answer from him.

"KAT YOU'RE PREGNANT!" Bulma could be heard shouting from the other room.

She was rather excited to take the trip to Namek but in her condition, leaving the planet would probably not be the best idea. It was a risk. Yes, the mission would be a simple one – recover the Dragon Balls and wish back those who died in battle – but it still didn't sit well with him. If it offered her any relief, he offered to go in her place. He never had any intention in going but perhaps with his assistance, everything would be done and over with more quickly and he'd be able to return as soon as possible.

Bulma and Gohan were rather pleased to have Raditz's assistance. With him around, everything would be a piece of cake!

Krillin on the other hand, did not share his companions' enthusiasm.

This was going to be a very long ride.