I'll settle for you, chapter 10.

Zoicyte aka Johnnyjosh

Warnings; Language, Yaoi, lemon.


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; Yamcha gets a surprise, Bulma has a wish, and announcements all around.

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

Notes; Thanks to Lara, and all the pple that have threatened me with sporks and various other creative torture devices. The frying pan of doom belongs exclusively to Chi-Chi Son.

"Denotes speaking"

*Denotes thoughts*

Bulma bent over the results of the DNA scan, which were spread over her desk. "I don't believe it, Piccolo was right!" She exclaimed, looking back and forth between the two scans. According to the computer, there was a 99.99876% chance Yamcha was Ookami's father. "Now..." She frowned slightly. "To find out who his mother is...." She walked out of the lab in search of the father and son.

"Gee...I wish I knew why everyone was acting so strange, I thought I didn't trust that Ookami guy, but now Piccolo is acting all wigged out and staring at him, Bulma's run off somewhere...it's just weird." Krillin said, swishing his drink around and frowning.

Juuhachigou smirked and leaned over to whisper in his ear. "Piccolo pointed out the remarkable resemblance between Yamcha and Ookami. Bulma got suspicious, and ran to the lab to do a DNA scan." She smiled when her husband sprayed his mouthful of pop into the air, choking and gasping.

"You mean she thinks that...Yamcha...Ookami..? Oh boy...I knew there was a reason I didn't trust that kid around my little girl." Krillin scowled.

"That little girl is in her senior year of high school dear." Juuhachi chuckled.

"Yeah well...getting your heart broken at any age isn't fun..I just don't want to see her get hurt." He looked up and smiled, accepting the gentle kiss his wife gave him.

Yamcha fired a blast at Ookami, impressed by the young man's speed and agility as he dodged it and returned fire. "You got some nice moves, kid!" He grinned, taking their sparring match into the air.

"Yeah, you too man!" Ookami grinned back, hair whipping in the wind they were creating. He flew at Yamcha, fists and feet flying.

Tien, Lunch and Chiaoutzu stood below, watching the two warriors going at it.

"Wow..those two are really intense!" Tien exclaimed, watching with a smile.

"Mm hmm..." Chiaoutzu nodded, eyes narrowed slightly. "Hey Tien..do you notice anything strange about the two of them?" He asked.

The triclops looked at his friend, frowning slightly. "Strange? How so?"

All three of them gasped as both warriors fired what had been considered Yamcha's special attack. "No way!" Tien cried. "Yamcha's the only person I've seen do that!"

"That cinches it!" Chiaoutzu said. "Those two look a lot alike, they have similar powers, and the same special attack. Tien...I think those two are closely related."

Tien gaped. "But..how? Yamcha doesn't have any brothers or sisters, the rest of his family is long gone, and he doesn't have any kids...at least..none that we..know of.." He turned and watched them again carefully. "But you may be right, the resemblances are too much to be coincidence." He crosses his arms and frowned. Lunch merely leaned against him and blinked up at the two men.

"Hey, where'd you learn that move kid?" Yamcha stared at the younger man.

"Well..." Ookami blushed. "I saw old videos of you fighting in the worlds and stuff when I lived with my grandparents." He said, looking at the ground. "You were cool."

"Whadaya mean was? I still got it." Yamcha fisted his hands on his hips.

"Oh..I know!" Ookami said, waving his hands in front of him and sweatdropping. "I didn't mean it that way! I just meant..you were my hero when I was a kid, I wanted to be like you, and Krillin, and Goku and all the other Z fighters!" He looked away, lip twitching. "But you were the coolest of them all to me."

Yamcha stared at the young warrior for several seconds, a warmth spreading through his chest. He had felt an odd kinship with the young man almost as soon as he met him, and being told he had been Ookami's childhood hero was giving him an enormous sense of pride and satisfaction. *What is it with this guy? Why do I feel like I know him? And why can he affect me with a few simple words?*

Ookami looked up, giving Yamcha a shy smile. "So..?" He spread his hands and looked down at the ground.

"Hey, what do you say we go get a drink, maybe a snack. I don't think supper's gonna be ready for another hour or so, and I don't know about you, but I'm starved!" Yamcha rubbed his stomach, which growled as if on cue. "Come on, let's go!" Ookami meeped as he was grabbed and dragged over to the door.

Marron sighed as she watched Ookami, her eyes raking over the young mans long lean form. She didn't notice the way her father scowled blackly, or her mothers knowing smirk.

"Okay..." Yamcha grinned as he walked into the kitchen, opening the fridge and peering inside. "I know you're a bit young for these yet, but I won't tell if you won't!" He pulled out with a beer in each hand, tossing one to Ookami. "So, where you from Ookami?" Yamcha asked, sitting down at the table.

The young man joined him, crossing his arms on the table. "Well, I live in Gingertown with my grandparents. I've...pretty much lived there all my life.." He trailed off, staring out the window, a slight frown marring his features.

Yamcha looked over at him. "Ah...parents no longer around huh?" He said quietly. "Neither were mine. I kind of grew up on my own, you were lucky you had grandparents that could take you in. Not that I can complain, Puar and I had a pretty exciting and fun life when I was the desert bandit.." He grinned.

"Yeah.." Ookami chuckled. "Marron told me all the stories her dad told her about you."

"What?! Krillin told her about all that?" Yamcha put his hand behind his head and laughed.

"Yeah, I guess Marron had a crush on you when she was in her early teens, like 12 or 13, and asked her dad and that old pervert guy what you were like when you were younger." Ookami grinned at him.

Yamcha sweatdropped. "You know, I always wondered why all of a sudden Krillin wouldn't leave Marron alone with me anymore..I can't believe he would think that I...." He shuddered.

"Well, Marron says her dad said to Master Roshi that he considered you a great friend, but he wouldn't trust you with his daughters heart as far as he could throw you." Ookami sighed. "He said he doesn't trust me either, says I remind him of you when you were my age."

"Well..." Yamcha began. "You might look a bit like me, and you can fight...but you don't play the ladies like I used to at your age..." Yamcha said with a sly smile. Ookami sweatdropped, wisely not telling Yamcha what else Roshi and Krillin had told him about Yamcha as a teen, namely the way he would blush and freak out whenever around an attractive female.

Their conversation was cut short when Bulma burst into the kitchen. "Hey! I'm glad I found you guys!" She chirped, stuffing the DNA results into her back pocket and joining them at the table. "Hey Yamcha, Vegeta and the kids should be back any minute, you wanna go fire up the barbeques honey?" She kissed his cheek and hugged him, batting her eyes at him.

"Ah...yeah sure..come on kid, let's go." Yamcha kissed her softly and stood, stretching and yawning.

"Oh I think your new friend can stay with me for a little while, can't you Ookami?" Bulma turned to the young man.

"Eh..heh heh..sure, I..guess.." Ookami fidgeted nervously.

"So tell me about yourself, you live in Gingertown right?" Bulma leaned forward, meeting Ookami's bright blue eyes with her own. "Who are your parents?" She asked.

Ookami looked down at the table for several seconds, and just when Bulma was beginning to think he wouldn't answer, he spoke quietly. "I...was raised by my grandparents...I haven't seen my mother much..she's..not good with the whole commitment thing." He sighed and dragged a hand down his face. "She basically decided before I was born that she didn't want to raise a kid, so she dumped me off on my grandparents like right after birth. I've only seen her five times in my life. And she never did tell me or my grandparents who my dad was..." He rested his chin in his hand and stared out the window pensively.

Bulma sat back, sighing. "I'm sorry Ookami, I shouldn't have been so nosy..."

"No, it's okay...I guess I...just don't talk about it much...Yamcha..I told him just because...well I don't know why, I just feel like I've known him forever, and because I feel like I could trust him." He didn't notice the knowing smile that settled on Bulma's lips. "And...I told you I guess because...you kind of bear a passing resemblance to my mom..I saw pictures of you when you were younger at Krillin's place, when you had long blue hair, she has hair like that, and your eyes.." Ookami sighed.

Bulma frowned thoughtfully. "A resemblance huh? Interesting." She tapped her finger on her chin, her mind whirling. *Well, if she didn't want to raise her kid herself, the least she could have done was tell Yamcha about him, the bitch!* Bulma thought angrily. "So, what did you say her name was?" She smiled at Ookami sweetly.

The young man smirked at her. "I didn't. But her name is Marron." His eyes widened as Bulma facevaulted right off her chair. "Um...are you okay?" He asked, jumping up and helping her to her feet.

"Oh yeah...yeah...I'm fine...just fine.." Bulma said weakly, before a scowl settled on her face. "You stick around...I've got some pretty important news for you kid, I just need to talk to someone first okay?" She said, storming out into the back yard.

"Ah...okay..." Ookami sweatdropped and watched her stalking over to Yamcha.

Yamcha yelped as a fist connected with the back of his head. "OW! Hey...Bulma..what was that for?" He turned and pouted at her.

"Why didn't you ever tell me you slept with that bimbo Marron?" Bulma hissed angrily.

"WHAHAHAHAAAT?" Yamcha fell over on his butt as he tried to scramble away from the obviously enraged woman. "Shit Bulma! That was eighteen years ago! It was only two nights, then I never saw her again!" He stood slowly, watching her warily. "Why are you asking me about this now anyway? What does it have to do with us?"

Bulma sighed. "So it was after the Cell games..."

"Well shit yeah! After I gave up fighting, I went back to pro sports. I was playing an out of town game, and we were gonna stick around the next day. She showed up at the hotel and was all over me..." He shrugged. "One thing lead to another, and we spent the two nights together." Yamcha turned and checked on the food. "It's not like we hurt anybody, you were with Vegeta, and Krillin and Juuhachi were already married, so it wasn't that big a deal right?" He looked at her. "You're not gonna get pissed off at me for sleeping with someone else that long ago are you?"

"No, I'm not mad..." Bulma said softly. "It's just that there were...well...you see....oh hell!" She whipped the scan results from her back pocket and threw them on the table. "You got Marron pregnant."

Yamcha gaped at her, gripping a bottle of barbeque sauce so hard he squirted it halfway across the yard. Chi-Chi's outraged cry brought him back to his senses. "Sorry!" He called, blushing as he put his hand behind his head.

Ookami chuckled as he watched Bulma and Yamcha talking, laughing when Yamcha ended up on his butt, and then sprayed barbeque sauce everywhere. He decided to get closer and find out what was going on, Bulma's cryptic statement about important news still ringing in his head.

"Now, what the hell are you talking about?!" He demanded, spinning to stare at Bulma. "Marron got pregnant? How do you know the kid was mine? Don't you think she would have told me about it? It's not like she didn't know how to find me, all she had to do was go back to Master Roshi's place!"

"I know Yamcha, but she felt she didn't have what it took to raise him, and for whatever reason she didn't think you'd want him, so she left him with family. And as for knowing he's yours, I took samples of hair." Bulma said.

Neither one of them saw Ookami approaching them.

Yamcha scoffed. "You can't tell anything from a hair sample Bulma, come on!" "Yes I can!" Bulma shrieked, drawing curious looks from several people. "This test works, it's accurate to within 2%, and according to the computer read-out, there is a 99.99876% chance that you are Ookami's father." She crossed her arms and raised her chin at him.

Yamcha froze, staring over her shoulder at Ookami, who had come up soundlessly behind Bulma and heard everything. He watched as the young man's face paled, noticing for the first time just how similar that face was to his own.

"Son...?" Yamcha rasped.

"D..Dad..? Ookami whispered.

Two sets of eyes rolled back in their sockets as both men passed out in a dead faint.

Bulma snickered as she looked from one man to the other. "Like father like son." She giggled as she went to get someone to help her take them inside. "Thanks you guys." She said as Juuhachigou and Tien carried to two unconscious men into the living room, setting them on the sectional sofa.

"So I guess the test came back positive huh?" Juuhachigou smirked.

"You guessed it!" Bulma grinned. "But don't tell anyone okay? I want Yamcha to be able to tell everyone else himself at dinner."

"You think he will?" Tien asked skeptically.

"Oh he will!" Bulma looked down at the stirring men sternly. "You two just keep it a secret until we're all at the table." Juuhachi and Tien nodded and smirked at each other as they all went to rejoin their friends.

"So, what was that all about?" Krillin asked his wife as she sat back down beside him.

"You'll see." She smiled, getting up to assist with setting out the food. Krillin sighed and followed her.

Piccolo smirked as he sat tickling Vegeta Jr., the baby kicking and squealing as he snapped his tail at his father's hands. "You're gettin pretty quick with that thing kid." He snickered as the furry appendage caught him across the knuckles again. "But I imagine at this point that hurts you more than it does me." The Namek smiled, looking over at Juunanigou and Goku, who were still busy cuddling and cooing over Chella, Gohan and Videl sitting beside them. He frowned as he looked at Videl's prominent stomach. *Something strange about that kid...* Piccolo thought. *Pan had a decent power level...but this kid's unbelievable for just a 1/4 Saiyan...his ki is close to what Goten's was before Chi-Chi gave birth...how is that possible?* He wondered silently. *How the hell can a quarter Saiyan match a half Saiyan's ki?* He turned and looked toward the driveway as he felt his mate's ki approaching. "Hm..Vegeta and the kids are back already.." He stood, handing Vegeta Jr. over to Gohan before leaning down and kissing each baby on the cheek and making his way over to the car.

"Yes, yes! Fine!" Vegeta snapped as he jumped out of the passenger side. "Whatever!" He pulled out the two teddy bears and smirked at Piccolo. "There you are...." He said, walking over and hovering in the air in front of his lover.

Piccolo smirked and wrapped his arms around Vegeta's waist, pulling him close. "Nice choices koi." He grinned. "I'm sure these will go over well." He reached behind him and grabbed the peach bear, laughing at the smirk on its face. "Figures you'd find this one." He chuckled before leaning forward and kissing the Saiyan hungrily.

Vegeta growled softly as he was pressed against the Namek's broad chest. "So...did you talk to Bulma yet?" He murmured against Piccolo's lips.

Piccolo sighed. "Gomen koi, not yet. She had some ah.." He paused. "More pressing matters to take care of."

Vegeta scowled. "Well you'd better talk to her soon, you're not touching me again until we have something figured out!" He dropped to the ground and stalked over to Videl, Gohan, Goku and Juunanigou to give his children their presents. "Sort out those packages and take ours and load them in the trunk of our car." He barked over his shoulder as he stalked away.

Piccolo scowled and folded his arms, grumbling under his breath about being ordered around. Goten and Trunks threw their heads back and laughed, until Bra began ordering them around. All three men sweatdropped, and began sorting bags and boxes, Piccolo carting armfuls to his and Vegeta's car, while Goten and Trunks staggered into the house under the weight of Bra's numerous purchases.

"I told mom it was a bad idea to give Bra her own credit card..." Trunks muttered.

Yamcha groaned as he slowly opened his eyes. "Wha....oh man, was that a dream?" He asked softly, sitting up. "Bulma? Ooka...huh?" He turned and saw the teen sprawled on the other side of the couch. "So." Yamcha leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees. "I'm really you're dad?" He whispered.

Ookami sat up quickly with a sharp intake of breath, looking over at Yamcha with wide eyes. Both men stared at each other in silence for several minutes, until at last Ookami had to look away. As his eyes lowered, he caught sight of the piece of paper sitting on the coffee table. He snatched it up quickly, his mouth moving silently as he read it.

Yamcha stared off into space, his mind whirling. Emotions flooded him, regret, anger at being left out of his son's life, sadness for all the years they could have had together and missed, fear about whether he could be a good father to this young man, and at last, love for the child that had dropped so unexpectedly into his life.

His thoughts were interrupted when Ookami spoke.

"How long have you known..?" He asked, his voice quavering. Yamcha turned to look at him, and gasped softly as he saw the tears in the teen's eyes.

"I just found out today! When Bulma told me, that was the first I knew of any of this!" He stood and paced anxiously. "I...your mother and I were together for a very short time, after we went our separate was, I never saw her again. She never called, never wrote...Ookami.." He sat down beside his son, draping an arm around his shoulder. "If I'd known that I had a son, I would have come to get you believe me!"

"You..you would have?" Ookami wiped at his eyes with his sleeve before looking up at his father.

"Yeah.." Yamcha nodded, his voice hoarse, as he pulled Ookami into a hug. I would have been there for you.." He rested his chin on the top of the teen's head. "Dammit.." He sighed. "I've missed so much...your birth, your first steps, first word, first birthday.." He paused, eyes widening slightly as he felt Ookami's shoulders shaking slightly. "Hey..it's okay kid. Tell you what, let's not worry about what we missed, just concentrate on what comes next huh?" He rubbed the teen's back in slow circles. "Come on, it's okay."

Ookami slowly wrapped his arms around his father's waist, clutching him tightly. "It's ironic..." He drew a shuddering breath. "All those times I would sit and watch the videos of the worlds, the Cell games...when the Saiyans came...all of it, I always watched you, like I was drawn to you.." He gave a shaky laugh. "I even imagined a few times what it would be like if you were my dad, and pretended sometimes that you were out fighting a big battle, and would come back to pick me up after you guys won.." He pulled back and gave him a watery smile. "And look how it all turned out."

"You wanna talk about irony! You coming to work at the company owned by my common-law wife! Not to mention you coming to the big barbeque today was an incredible coincidence!" Yamcha smiled, clasping the back of Ookami's head and pulling him forward until their foreheads touched. "I'm glad you did, I don't want to miss out on any more time being your dad."

The two men just sat in silence for several minutes, until Goten and Trunks' noisy entrance broke the spell. Both stood, watching wide eyed as the demi-Saiyans struggled to carry small mountains of parcels and bags to the stairs.

"You guys need some help with those?" Ookami asked.

"Yes!" Goten and Trunks shouted in unison. The four men divided up the packages, and carted them all into Bra's room. "Boy I'm glad that's over with." Goten wiped sweat from his brow. "If I never have to go shopping with your sister again, it will be too soon!" He grinned as the other three men chuckled. "Hey.." The demi-Saiyan sniffed the air. "The food's almost ready!" He cried. Thunderous footsteps filled the house as all four men tore down the stairs and out into the backyard.

Bulma sighed heavily as she and her mother struggled to get everyone seated at the cluster of tables they had pushed together in the center of the yard. "Come on you guys!" She put her hands on her hips and tapped her foot impatiently. She jumped as Chi-Chi appeared beside her, the frying pan of doom TM in her hand.

"SIT DOWN, NOW!" The dark haired woman shrieked. Everyone eyed the frying pan in her hand and immediately obeyed.

Seating arrangements were fairly easy, Piccolo and Vegeta sitting together, with Chella to Piccolo's right, while Vegeta Jr. sat to his mother's left. Trunks sat at his baby brother's side, an arm wrapped possessively around Goten. Next came Videl and Gohan, with Pan, Bra and Marron sitting together. Goku and Juun sat holding hands, Juun's sister and Krillin beside them. Tien, Lunch and Chiaoutzu came next, followed by Bulma, Yamcha and Ookami. Chi-Chi, the Ox King, Mr. Satan, Master Roshi, Oolong, Puar and Turtle rounded out that end. After that came Yajirobe, Korin, and Dr. and Mrs. Briefs.

Everyone joked and laughed, except the Saiyans, who were busily digging into the food with gusto. The first course went well, the food was great, the beer and soft drinks flowed freely. Most of the non-Saiyan guests were full after one helping, with the exception of the pregnant Videl, and of course Yamcha, Tien, and Ookami.

Yamcha yelped as Bulma stomped on his foot. "What?" He stage whispered.

"Don't you have an announcement to make?" Bulma whispered back. "Now's the perfect time to do it, with most of us full and relaxing, you'll have most of our attention." She pointed out.

"Yeah....I...guess so.." Yamcha said, swallowing nervously. The former Z fighter stood, clinking his fork against his glass to get his friends' attention. "Hey guys, I got somethin to say." He drew a shaky breath, looking down with a smile as Bulma grabbed his hand and squeezed gently. "This...this is a big day for me, because..today..I got to meet my son for the first time." Stunned silence met his words as everyone except Juuhachi, Bulma, and Piccolo stared at him. "This is my boy...Ookami.." Yamcha said softly, urging his son to stand, and grabbing him in a bear hug as soon as the teen was on his feet.

Most of the others kept staring, until Juun started clapping. Goku set down his cob of corn and did the same. "Alright Yamcha! Congratulations!" The Saiyan cried. Everyone else immediately joined in, shouting congratulations, and standing to shake the young man's hand.

Ookami merely stood, shaking the extended hands and nodding vaguely at the words being said to him. *I...I can't believe this..he just..told everyone, he's accepted this, and now his friends have too...* He blinked away tears, feeling a dark pit of resentment festering inside him as he thought of his mother. *He was telling the truth when he said he didn't know, and that he would have come for me if he did...damn you mother...* He somehow managed to keep a smile on his face as the introductions were finished and Bulma called for dessert.

"Hold it!" Yamcha cried. "I'm not done yet!" He guided Bulma to sit back in her chair, and knelt in front of her, pulling a black box from his pocket. Gasps came from all around as the others realized what he was going to do. Everyone quickly sat back down to watch with bated breath. "Bulma...would you make me twice blessed today..and be..my wife?" He asked, sliding a beautiful diamond solitaire onto her finger.

Bulma stared, her eyes flicking back and forth between the ring and Yamcha's eyes. Her own eyes shimmered with tears as she raised a trembling hand up to caress his cheek. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Finally she nodded, leaning forward and flinging her arms around Yamcha's neck.

Piccolo smiled softly as he watched. "So, those two are finally tying the knot after all." He looked down at his glass of water and blinked as he noticed a large, navy blue velvet box sitting beside the glass. "What the..." He picked it up and opened it. Inside, sat a huge gold band, set with glittering sapphires and emeralds. The Namek turned wide eyes to Vegeta, as the Saiyan held out his hand for the box. Piccolo handed it over, and gasped as Vegeta grabbed his hand and slid the ring onto his finger. Piccolo blinked as the prince handed him another box, this one a bit smaller, and held out his own left hand. He carefully opened the box, smiling at the gold band inside it, identical to his own, but smaller. "You never cease to amaze me koi.." The Namek said softly, taking the ring and sliding it onto Vegeta's finger, before pulling his mate into a hug. "Ai shiteru Vegeta."

"Ai shiteru koi.." Vegeta murmured quietly.

Piccolo pulled back and blinked rapidly, trying to clear the moisture from his eyes. He looked around and was infinitely grateful that everyone else was still too busy staring at Bulma, Yamcha and Ookami to notice their quiet exchange.

Juun looked over at Goku, smiling shyly. "I have something for you koi..." He said softly, pulling out his own small gift and giving it to Goku. "I realize traditional roles don't apply here, so I am going to just ask you to be my life partner."

Goku looked at him, dark eyes wide and innocent before he blushed and smiled. "I'd like that." He said softly as his lover slid a gold band set with a single onyx onto his finger, before sliding a matching one onto his own. Goku slid an arm around Juun's shoulders, pulling the jinzoningen tight against him.

Chi-Chi watched the various exchanges, feeling a very slight pang of jealousy. *Oh well, maybe someday...* She thought, looking over at Mr. Satan, who had always been extremely cordial to her, always taking her out to dinner, shopping, and trying to make her happy in any way he could. She tried to feel a stirring of passion for him, but all she could come up with was a comfortable affection. *Well, maybe it's better that way, safer, I know he won't go off world to train, or go to the other side for years on end...* She looked down and toyed with her desert, a tight smile on her face.

Trunks watched all the exchanges of rings carefully, and finally could stand it no longer. He bounded up out of his chair and pulled Goten with him. "We've got an announcement too!" He pointed to Goten, who covered his face and blushed furiously, trying to sink back into his chair. Seemingly oblivious to his soon-to-be mate's discomfort, Trunks ploughed on. "Goten and I have become a couple." He said bluntly.

Bulma shot out of her chair. "WHAT?!!" She screeched. "You can't! What about my grandkids? And the company? Your sister has no interest in running it, who's gonna carry on the Briefs family name? Not to mention the Son name?" She shook her head. "No way, this can't happen..."

"Woman would you SHUT UP!" Vegeta hollered, jumping to his feet. "For your information Kakarott's brat has the same equipment his father does! He can carry children, besides, your desire for grandchildren is not their main concern. It's not for you to choose who they can and can't love. So the subject is closed!" He sat back down and glowered at her. "What are you looking at?" He scowled as Piccolo stared at him in shock.

Chi-Chi shot to her feet next. "Well you'd better take care of my Goten!" She shook her fist at Trunks. "Carrying a baby is no easy feat let me tell you! You'd better appreciate him!" She shouted.

"Now Chi-Chi.." Ox King started, only to have Mr. Satan butt in front of him.

"Chi-Chi...honey..tell you what, why don't you come and see Goten as often as you can, make sure Trunks is taking good care of your little boy huh? How'd that be?" Mr. Satan looked over and smirked as both boys sweatdropped.

"You'd better believe I'll be here!" She frowned and took her seat once more.

Goten and Trunks stared at her for a minute, before both shot a glare at Mr. Satan. "Goten.." Trunks smiled as he pulled out a simple gold band. "I love you, and I want to be with you, always."

Goten grinned as Trunks placed the ring on his finger, glomping his childhood friend, and new mate and almost knocking them both over. "I love you too Trunks." He snickered as Trunks meeped and tried to keep them both standing. "Just one thing.." He murmured as Trunks' hand slid up the back of his shirt. "Just because I can conceive doesn't mean I'm going to go uke all the time, so don't even ask." He nipped at his lover's earlobe, pulling a startled yelp from the lavender haired man.

"Okay okay...I got it.." Trunks said, eyes wide at his lover's sudden aggressiveness.

Yamcha snickered, watching all the exchanges going on. He looked over and noticed Ookami, staring at everyone in shock. "What's up kid?" He clapped a hand on the teen's shoulder.

Ookami jumped and turned to Yamcha. "N...nothing..really..it's just..Goten and Trunks, well..they're guys.." He looked up at them again. "How can a guy get pregnant?"

"It's a Saiyan thing son, don't worry about it. See Goku over there? He's due in about three weeks. Vegeta had his baby not too long ago, and soon Goten will be pregnant too, Saiyan males have the equipment for it." He said, quickly explaining the story he had heard from Vegeta.

Ookami looked at the Saiyans, awestruck. "Wow, that's the most..amazing thing I've ever heard!" He exclaimed.

"Yeah, this is a pretty wild crowd, lots of bizarre stuff happens around here." Yamcha laughed. "And now you're going to be subjected to our weirdness."

Ookami chuckled and looped an arm around his father's shoulders. "Wouldn't want it any other way..Dad.." He smiled at him, then jumped as arms encircled him from behind.

"You know, I hope you don't think being my stepson entitles you to any special privileges at work kid.." Bulma snickered. "Trunks is the next in line for company president, but even he has to work his butt off."

"Nope, just treat him like the rest of the family." Yamcha grinned.

Ookami blushed as Bulma kissed his cheek and hugged him tightly. "Will do." She chirped.

To Be Continued......

Oh boy! Weddings? Or do you think they'll go that far? Goku's baby's due in a couple of weeks, and Videl's in another month. Why was Piccolo so concerned about their baby's power level though? Hmm.... And will Chi-Chi actually marry Mr. Satan? Find out next time, C & C much appreciated.