Videl waddled her way into the kitchen, rubbing her round belly as she went. The twenty-four year old wife of Gohan was nearing the end of her sixth month of pregnancy, and the beginning of her third and final trimester. The baby, a girl who they'd already decided would be named Pan, was shifting about under her heart, kicking away merrily. A warm smile formed on her lips as she felt the movements of her little girl within her.
"Hi, Princess," she whispered, "how are you?" The baby kicked a few times in rapid succession, and her mother's smile widened and she began rummaging through the fridge. Since the February chill was affecting the atmosphere of their humble, cozy abode, the heavily pregnant woman was donning one of her husband's long sleeved shirts, navy in color, some thick grey sweat pants, and a thick pair of fuzzy purple socks with padding on the bottom to help keep traction. The socks were a precaution by Gohan, he didn't want to risk his precious wife and daughter being hurt if Videl somehow slipped.
The pregnant woman moved to a cupboard to grab herself a platter for her food, and then returned to the fridge, loading the large plate down with Onigiri, Udon noodles, and a plethora of other delicacies that she was craving at the time. As she dropped a large slice of cheesecake on her platter, the sound of keys jingling in the lock of the front door piqued her attention, and Videl smiled to herself as she put the cheesecake dish back in the fridge and grabbed a bottle of chocolate sauce as the door swung open.
"Vi-chan, I'm home," Gohan called, swinging his satchel off of his shoulder and hanging it on the row of pegs on the wall just inside of the house. The cheery Son made his way through the foyer and cut through the living room to get to the kitchen, where his wife was bouncing merrily at the counter, drizzling chocolate syrup all over the mountain of food she'd somehow loaded onto a single platter. Her ki was joyful and incredibly infectious, he couldn't resist going to her when she was in such a happy mood.
"Hi, Gohan," Videl smiled over her shoulder as she returned the syrup to the fridge, only to unearth a jar of blueberry reserves, "how was work, hon?" Gohan grimaced as she spooned a generous amount of the preserves onto her entrée, "it was… well, it was work," he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, "how's our Pan-chan?"
"Active, as usual," she rolled her eyes towards the ceiling, "you know our baby girl." Beneath his hands, Pan began bumping against him, having recognized him by his touch and the feel of his ki. The father to-be chuckled and pressed a kiss to the back of his wife's neck, "yeah, I can see that," he nuzzled her soft skin and pulled away, "what exactly are you about to eat?"
"Uh," Videl cocked her head to one side, regarding her meal, "onigiri, udon, and tempura with some cheesecake, carrots, chocolate syrup, blueberry jam, and… do we have any more of those cinnamon pita chips I was craving last month?" She inquired, going for a jar of relish, "it would go perfect with the relish and tempura."
"I think so," the Son hid a disgusted grimace with a grin, "you kept them in the cupboard over the fridge… I don't know why, since you can't reach them now." A heated blush colored his wife's cheeks and she hit him in the side, "I wasn't thinking… I was smaller last month."
Gohan retrieved the chips and handed them over to his hungry wife, "here you go, Vi." She took the chips and leaned up on the tips of her fuzzy purple toes to kiss him on the lips. Pan, however, prevented this from happening, and the wife of Gohan frowned down at her distended gut, "well… this changes things."
The eldest Son brother laughed and remedied the situation by picking his wife up and gently placing her on a part of the counter that wasn't occupied, placing himself between her legs. Videl reached up to wrap her arms around his neck, pulling him down so their lips could meet. The bridge of his glasses bumped against her nose and she laughed against his mouth as his cheeks turned bright red with bashfulness. Their passionate embrace was broken by Pan, sensing her parents' ki's mingling, began to kick, wanting them to separate and give her some space.
"Hey, now," Gohan pulled away, leaning down to kiss Videl's rounded stomach, "come on, Panny, you can't be selfish." The stubborn baby kicked again, a wee bit harder, and began shifting about. Videl rolled her eyes and grabbed her husband's hand, "let me down, sweetheart."
Gohan did as his wife asked, and smiled widely as she waddle-swaggered over to her meal, picked it up, and waddled back into the living room, where she had been watching a movie. He couldn't say it to her face, for fear of igniting a hormonal blowout, but she was the most adorable pregnant woman he'd ever laid eyes on.
And he certainly couldn't wait to be a father…
One of the GhxVi fics that never made it to FF. By the time I started posting DBZ fics, I'd moved on from GhxVi to TxP, and a lot of those fics were left as uncompleted drabbles. This one is one of the more complete ones.