I'll settle for you, chapter 3.

Zoicyte aka Johnnyjosh

Warnings; Language, Yaoi, lime.

Notes; Weirdness, insanity, humor (at least I think some of it's funny, anyway), some MAJOR OOC, WAFFY, sap and silliness in places, AU, THIS IS BASED ON THE ANIME. I guess this takes place when Bra is like, 16, Goten and Trunks are like, 27 and 28 respectively, and Pan is about 14. You'll have to excuse me if I make a few mistakes with plot and characters, I've only seen DBZ up until the cell saga.

Rating; NC-17.

Pairing; Piccolo + Vegeta.

Description; Vegeta and Piccolo try to deal with the little bundle of joy on the way.

Disclaimer; Don't own 'em, not makin' any money.

NOTE; Special thanks goes out to IVY, listed on FF.net, for the help with this chapter. Thanks also go to Larania for helping me with Piccolo's name.

Sorry to all those ppl that break down when reading sap, this is what I get when I put the Pretender's "I'll stand by you"on continuous loop on my media player. *giggles*

"Denotes speaking"

*Denotes thoughts*


Friday night, approximately 12:00 am.

Piccolo lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. *It's so weird to look up and not see the stars.* he thought. *But I suppose I should get used to this, it's not like I can just raise a baby out in the wild. Hell, even on Namek they have houses.* He looked over at Vegeta's sleeping form. *I'm still having a hard time believing we're here.* Piccolo reached out and gingerly stroked Vegeta's cheek, marveling at the way his features grew soft, almost boyish as he slept. He remembered Vegeta's less that favorable reaction to the news of Piccolo's pregnancy two days ago. * I thought for sure we were over and done with right there. But instead, we're here, you're actually consenting to this baby shower and now you're arguing with me about names.* he chuckled softly as he remembered their "heated discussion" earlier that evening. Vegeta had been adamant that the baby was going to be a boy, and Piccolo had tried to get him to keep an open mind and pick out a girl's name just in case. He had also been adamant that they were going to name him Vegeta. Piccolo had stifled a laugh, and then sounded out a name for him, Vegeta Daimao. Vegeta had actually cocked his head to the side and thought for a moment, before announcing that he thought that was a fine name for a half Saiyan, half Namek child. Piccolo had just about fallen off his chair laughing.

He was snapped out of his reverie by Vegeta rolling over and flinging an arm across his chest. "It's very hard to sleep with someone stroking your face like that koi." Vegeta mumbled.

Piccolo smiled in the darkness, reaching out to grab Vegeta and pull him close. Vegeta moved over until his body was flush against Piccolo's side, gently tracing circles over Piccolo's stomach.

"What's wrong Piccolo?" Vegeta asked softly. He shifted so that his head was resting on Piccolo's shoulder.

"I...nothing....everything...ahh, shit. I don't know how to explain it." Piccolo said, heaving a sigh.

Vegeta sat up and switched on the light, looking down at Piccolo with concern plain on his features. "Just try, I want to help." he said softly. He reached down and grasped Piccolo's hand, bringing it to his face to plant a kiss on the soft green palm.

Piccolo sat up and leaned back against the headboard as he pulled Vegeta into his lap. Vegeta shifted, trying to get comfortable without putting any weight on Piccolo's stomach.

"Vegeta...." Piccolo cleared his throat, turning away so Vegeta wouldn't see the fear in his eyes. But he was too late. Vegeta cupped his chin and firmly turned Piccolo to face him, the Saiyan's own eyes widening in alarm.

"Tell me." Vegeta commanded softly.

"Well...I...I'm afraid for the baby." Piccolo stammered.

"What? Why?" Vegeta wrapped his arms around Piccolo's neck, clutching the Namek tightly as Piccolo buried his face in Vegeta's upswept hair.

"You said once that you didn't think it was possible for Saiyans to breed with any other species before you saw Gohan, and I've never heard of Nameks reproducing with anyone outside of their own species. I'm worried about the baby. I'm afraid...." Piccolo's voice broke before he could finish the sentence. Vegeta's head shot up, and he gasped as he saw the tears Piccolo was trying to hold back.

"Piccolo stop it. Don't think like that." Vegeta said, his own voice growing slightly hoarse. "We're going to the lab on Sunday so Bulma can perform her tests, and the ultrasound will give us an idea of how the baby is doing alright? Now come on. Stop that." Vegeta said softly, reaching up to wipe away the tear that had slipped out to make it's way down Piccolo's cheek.

"I can't help it." Piccolo said, shaking his head. "I don't even want to have everybody over tomorrow, because I don't think I'll be able to sit there and accept their congratulations, and their gifts, without even knowing if this baby will...." his sentence was cut off by Vegeta's finger on his lips.

"Would it make you feel better if we went to Capsule Corp. tomorrow morning? We'll have Bulma do the ultrasound so you can see how it's doing." Vegeta said, pulling his lover down for a gentle kiss.

"Will we have time? How can we do the test and still be back here before people start arriving?" Piccolo asked.

"Of course we will. It doesn't start until noon, and Bulma is an early riser. We could probably leave here at seven, and be back by nine. The tests don't take long." Vegeta reassured him.

"Alright. Let's do that then. I...I need to see the baby, I need to know it's O.K." Piccolo let out a shaky breath.

"Let's try and get some sleep. We've got a busy day tomorrow." Vegeta said before turning out the light and laying back down. Piccolo stretched out on his back, and smiled as Vegeta immediately snuggled up to him, once again throwing an arm over his chest.

"Sure." Piccolo whispered as he draped a protective arm around Vegeta's shoulders.

7:00 AM Saturday morning

Bulma stifled a yawn yet again as she set up the ultrasound equipment. *Gosh, I guess they're really worried if they were here to wake me up at 6:30. I never thought about genetic incompatibility. I just assumed that Piccolo being pregnant was enough. I didn't think about the possibility of birth defects.* she thought worriedly as she rushed to set up the equipment. She was now as anxious to see the baby as the parents-to-be.

Piccolo and Vegeta were also in the lab, Piccolo was hovering in the air, his arms and legs crossed in his usual meditative pose. But today he wavered slightly, unable to stay completely motionless as he usually did.

Vegeta paced back and forth like a caged tiger, all grace and fluidity of movement, but you could feel the restless energy thrumming beneath the graceful exterior.

"O.K. you two, come on over. It's ready." Bulma said.

"Finally!" Vegeta snapped, stopping and looking at Piccolo anxiously.

"Let's get this over with." Piccolo said softly, grabbing Vegeta's hand before the two of them made their way to the bed Bulma had set up next to the machine.

*You'd think they were marching out in front of a firing squad instead of coming for an ultrasound.* Bulma thought to herself, frowning slightly.

Vegeta sat on a chair next to the bed, gripping Piccolo's hand and watching the monitor. Piccolo looked at Vegeta as the gel was smeared on his stomach.

Vegeta looked sharply at Piccolo as he gasped. "What are you doing!" he snapped at Bulma.

Piccolo squeezed Vegeta's hand and chuckled. "It's alright Vegeta, that's damn cold is all." he smiled as Bulma began the test.

Vegeta and Piccolo stared at each other silently, until Bulma let out a squeal. "Oohhhh, it's sooooo cute!" she cried. Both of them looked to the monitor.

The baby looked like it was doing somersaults inside Piccolo's body. Vegeta and Piccolo silently counted limbs, and both heaved an audible sigh of relief as they realized that the baby seemed to be just fine.

"Can you tell whether it's a boy or a girl?" Vegeta asked.

Bulma looked carefully at the monitor. "Nope, I can't see a thing. The umbilical cord is in the way." She shook her head at Vegeta's soft groan of disappointment. All three of them grinned as suddenly the baby turned and seemed to look right at them, arms moving in what looked for all the world like an extremely enthusiastic wave.

"Awww, that's so sweet! Wow, it's big. You're about four months along." Bulma said, reading the size of the baby as it was displayed in the corner of the monitor.

"What!?" Piccolo and Vegeta both cried in unison.

"We've only been involved for two months!" Vegeta nearly shouted.

"That's right, and Vegeta...umm..he was my first." Piccolo said, blushing.

"Oh, oh! My gosh! Then that means that the baby's developing at twice the rate a human baby would," Bulma said. "and that means that you could give birth in about two and a half months!"

"That soon? But we...we haven't got everything set up yet! We..." Vegeta trailed off, shocked to realize just how fast things were moving.

"Well, you'd better get everything set up, because it won't be much longer before the baby's here. Now." Bulma said as she began to pack up her equipment. "I'm going to have this stuff packed up and brought to your house, we'll set up a mini lab in your guest bedroom. I want to do an ultrasound every week from now on, just to keep an eye on things, and I'll be taking the occasional blood test too."

"Alright." Piccolo said, not bothering to argue. He was too relieved to find out that the baby was O.K. to worry about an argument with Bulma. Besides, given how stubborn she was, his chances of winning were slim to none.

"O.K., let's go home and get ready for our guests." Vegeta said, reaching to help Piccolo off the bed.

Piccolo chuckled. "You are bound and determined to treat me like a helpless female aren't you?" he asked, then sweatdropped as Bulma whirled around and glared at him. "Sorry." he mumbled.

Vegeta threw back his head and laughed. "Come on you, if we hurry I can have you to myself for a couple of hours." he raised an eyebrow suggestively.

Bulma giggled. "Alright you two, out. Hey!!! THAT BED IS FOR MEDICAL PURPOSES!! NOT FOR MAKING OUT!!! GO HOME IF YOUR GOING TO DO THAT!! ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?! OOOOHHHH!!!!" Bulma stomped her foot and glared at Piccolo and Vegeta before looking around for something to throw at them.

Vegeta chuckled and pulled away from Piccolo. "Alright, we're going." He helped Piccolo up, despite Piccolo's exasperated glare and the three of them walked out of the lab.

"Thanks Bulma, you've put both of our minds at ease." Piccolo said softly.

"Yes, thank you." Vegeta said, barely loud enough for her to hear.

"Hey, glad I could help." Bulma said, reaching over to hug Vegeta, and surprising both warriors by wrapping her arms around Piccolo's waist to give him a gentle hug as well. "Alright you two, get out of here and enjoy what's left of your morning alone." she said as she turned and walked toward the house.

Vegeta and Piccolo took to the sky, and Piccolo looked at Vegeta in surprise as the Saiyan prince grasped his hand and held it as they made their way home.


Well, how you like my sappy WAFFY chapter?

C&C always appreciated.

But Heidi, aka Galaxy Police Agent 005, I can do without anymore homophobic comments from you.