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In Your Dreams: Chapter 28

Vegeta wasn't a patient man, so keeping quiet while he watched Goku tug at his own hair and babble senselessly about the possibility of being pregnant was nothing short of a miracle. The prince had been watching the younger Saiyajin freak out for the past ten minutes, and he only chose to interrupt when it became clear there was no end in sight.

''Kakarotto.''

He received no answer, and Vegeta's eye twitched as his mate ran past him for the hundredth time as he yelled about something that had to do with the birthing process; like, how was THAT supposed to work?

The older man sighed and casually stuck out his foot when Goku came near again. The Saiyajin tripped over the appendage and squawked as he hit the dirt.

''Kakarotto!''

Goku sat up and glared at Vegeta as he brushed himself off. His tail lashed behind him in irritation. ''What?!''

''Baka! I said you MIGHT be pregnant! I don't know how it works. You probably have to be in heat to become fertile!''

The younger man didn't seem comforted by his mate's words, however, and the panicked expression on his face only became more obvious as he looked down at his stomach and poked at the firm abs beneath his shirt.

''I need to know! Is it old enough to kick yet?! Come feel! DON'T JUST STAND THERE!!!''

A vein on Vegeta's forehead throbbed as his annoyance built, and he grit his teeth in an attempt to fight back the barrage of insults he wanted to spew at Kakarotto. However, yelling wasn't going to help anything, so with a miraculous show of restraint, the prince spoke in a calm and even tone.

''If you want to find out if you're pregnant right now, Bulma can do a blood test. If you want to wait, you can simply piss on a stick.''

Goku wrinkled his nose at the two options. ''I don't want a needle.''

The older man rolled his eyes. ''Then you need to wait.''

''I don't want to have to do the other thing either.''

Vegeta finally allowed a growl to leave his throat. ''Then wait until you start puking in the morning!''

Goku huffed indignantly. ''I don't WANT to puke my guts out either!''

The prince's tail lashed behind him as he glared down at the other Saiyajin. Perhaps this was Kakarotto's way of telling him he didn't want to be pregnant at all. He could understand. It couldn't be an easy thing for the younger man to accept, and he'd already made it clear early on that the idea of carrying a child was 'weird' to him; however, the realization was still hard for Vegeta to accept. It almost felt like a rejection. Any other Saiyajin would have jumped at the chance to carry his heir, and to have his own chosen mate recoil at the very idea was a blow to his pride.

Vegeta cast Goku one last look before turning away. It was best he end this conversation now before he said something he didn't mean. So, with the flick of his tail, the prince blasted into the air and headed back toward Capsule Corp, leaving his flustered and confused mate behind.

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Goku sighed as he watched the older man go. He'd caught the small flash of hurt that had passed over Vegeta's face before he'd left, even though he had tried to hide it behind his usual scowl.

He hadn't meant to freak out like that, but when Vegeta said he might already be pregnant, he just panicked! All he could think about was how he wasn't ready for another child. So much had occurred in the past several years, and he was just beginning to enjoy life again. Being pregnant was supposed to be a joyful experience, and right now, all he felt was dread.

Goku frowned and lay back on the grass, pillowing his head in his arms as he watched puffy white clouds drift by in the blue sky above him. Maybe it was selfish of him, but damn it, he should be able to decide what happens in his life and with his body! That kind of right had been ripped away from him while he was with Dr. Villa, and there was no doubt in his mind that he would be looked at as no more than another lab rat if he were to become pregnant now.

No, he hadn't even told the majority of his friends and family that he and Vegeta were a couple. That alone would be shock enough for them. He could only imagine the reaction if he were to tell them he was carrying a child as well.

Goku drew a deep breath into his lungs to calm his suddenly racing mind.

First thing was first. He needed to know if he was pregnant, and he needed to know NOW. He'd deal with the rest after he had an answer.

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Goku visibly trembled as he watched Bulma prepare a syringe and several empty vials that would soon contain his blood. The older woman had been shocked when he'd asked her to run a blood test, but she had literally been floored when he'd explained why. The Saiyajin could tell she'd wanted to spew a ton of questions, but she'd bitten her lip at the last second and escorted him to her lab with a smile instead.

She was a good friend.

However, now that he was there staring at the needle that would pierce his skin, he wasn't so sure about this. Goku's mouth had gone dry and a cold sweat had broken out along his forehead. It seemed he couldn't draw in enough air to satisfy his lungs, and his uneven breathing pattern was beginning to make him dizzy.

Blue eyes full of concern turned to him.

''Goku, are you ok? We don't have to do this....''

The Saiyajin wiped his wristband over his damp forehead before nodding. He didn't trust himself to speak at this point. One would think that after being poked with needles daily for the past several years you'd get used to it, but that wasn't the case. Phobias were not forgotten so easily.

Bulma nodded and slowly moved to his side, and Goku literally jumped as she gently set down the glass containers on the small table beside him. The woman reached for his arm and waited patiently for the younger man to extend it toward her, which he did after a long moment.

''I'm just going to tie this around your bicep to trap some blood and raise some veins. This won't hurt...''

Goku rested his forehead in his free hand and fisted his fingers into his bangs as a wave of nausea overtook him. He knew the whole situation was ridiculous, but his body was reacting on its' own. He watched as Bulma quickly tied a rubbery length of material around his arm, and his heart rate began to race as she rubbed a bit of sterilizing alcohol over his skin. Now there was nothing left to do but...

Tears sprung to his eyes when Bulma picked up the needle and felt around with her finger for a suitable vein. Every fiber of his being was screaming at him to run, and his muscles were tense with the effort it took for him to stay in his seat. His tail lashed violently behind him, and the fur had fluffed out along its' length. If this moment lasted any longer, he was surely going to black out.

Goku had squeezed his eyes shut to avoid having to see the needle piercing his flesh, so when a pair of arms suddenly wound themselves around him and a warm body pressed against his own, he jumped in surprise. Black eyes snapped open, and Goku was shocked to find Vegeta smirking down at him.

''Baka. Based on the signals you were sending me through our bond, I thought for sure you were on the verge of death. All this over a little needle?''

The younger Saiyajin growled and angrily swiped at the tears that escaped down his cheeks. He wasn't upset with Vegeta, but with himself. The older man was right. To get this worked up over something so small was stupid, but he just couldn't help it.

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Goku turned buried his face into the prince's shirt in an attempt to hide his tears, and Vegeta chuckled and ran his fingers through his mate's thick hair. He'd been worried when he'd felt all the panic and sheer terror radiating from his younger mate, and he'd quickly followed his fluctuating ki to Capsule Corps' lab. After spotting Goku and Bulma, and more importantly, the needle, it had become clear as to why the younger man was experiencing a panic attack.

Part of Vegeta wanted to scold his mate for being afraid of something so stupid, but a bigger part of him wanted to soothe the other Saiyajin; to comfort him and ease his fears away. He went with that feeling, and now, as he held Kakarotto in his arms, he could feel the tremors that wracked his frame slowly fade away. His breathing pattern was evening out and his tears were drying up. Even Goku's sable tail had smoothed back down to its' normal size and was resting comfortably curled around his thigh.

''Sorry...''

Vegeta's ears perked at the muffled apology, and he looked down at the younger man, who still had his face buried in his shirt.

''Sorry for what?''

Goku tilted his head back so he could look up at the older man with watery black eyes. ''For being stupid.''

''Baka. You can't help that.''

Vegeta jumped at the glare that was suddenly thrown his way, and he quickly elaborated. ''I mean that you can't help your fear of needles. It may have been silly back in the days of Frieza, but I'd say you have a good reason for your fear now. It's nothing to be ashamed of.''

Goku sniffed and shrugged his shoulders as he looked off to the side. He still appeared flustered by his reaction, and Vegeta doubted anything he could say would comfort him... except...

''Did I ever tell you about my fear of worms?''

Vegeta fought to keep the blush off his face as the younger man blinked and slowly turned his head back toward him.

''........What?......''

The prince coughed and looked off to the side to avoid Goku's questioning gaze. ''You must remember the encounter we had with those overgrown tapeworms inside Buu. I nearly puked my guts out.''

The younger Saiyajin was silent for a moment before he snorted and gave a little laugh of disbelief. ''So I wasn't imaging it... You WERE hiding behind me!''

Vegeta's tail fuzzed out as he whipped his head around. ''I was NOT hiding! I just chose to stand behind you! I was... I was checking out your ass!''

Goku laughed outright at that. ''You LIAR! Why are you afraid of worms?!''

By now the older Saiyajin had lost his battle, and his face turned beat red. ''I don't know! They're just slimy and wiggly and disgusting! I HATE them! SHUT UP, BAKA!''

''Sorry to interrupt....''

Both Saiyajins, one laughing, one growling, fell silent and looked over at Bulma, who was holding a paper in her hand with a smile on her face.

Goku looked down at his arm and was shocked to find a band-aid there. When had she...

Bulma laughed at his baffled expression. ''I stuck you the moment Vegeta touched you. I guess you were too distracted to feel the prick.... and by prick, I mean the needle.''

The prince growled and flashed the woman his middle finger, then turned his attention back to his mate when the younger man looked up at him in surprise. ''Hn. She finished nearly ten minutes ago, the bitch.''

''....Oh...''

''And speaking of which,'' Bulma continued. ''I have the results! Goku, you aren't pregnant.''

Vegeta grinned down at his mate, who looked like the world had just been lifted off his shoulders. Unfortunately, he himself felt a bit disappointed. Fortunately, the woman continued before he could withdraw into his own thoughts too much.

''I can't say this for certain, but I have a theory that Saiyajin males only have a few small windows a year in which they can become pregnant. Goku, have you ever experienced a natural heat? One that wasn't triggered by drugs?''

The younger Saiyajin blushed and rubbed the back of his head in a sheepish gesture. ''No...''

Bulma smiled. ''I didn't think so. I think you're a little too young physically to conceive. I believe that once your body is mature, you'll most likely go into heat twice a year; but again, that's only a guess based on other species I've studied. However, only during this time will you be able to become pregnant.''

Vegeta mulled that information over in his head. It made a lot of sense, even if it was just a guess. When Kakarotto had been forced into an artificial heat, he'd barely been able to control himself. His attraction to the younger Saiyajin had been based more on the signals of a fertile partner than on physical attraction, and that told him that a Saiyajin's heat was more about reproduction than finding a life partner.

That was interesting.

''I think you're right, woman.... For once.''

''Tha---HEY!''

Vegeta smirked at Bulma and dodged the clipboard she chucked at his head before turning his attention back to Goku.

''Do you know what this means, Kakarotto?''

The younger Saiyajin blinked, suddenly feeling like he was the prey and the prince was the hunter.

''It means I can throw away the condoms I bought after your little hissy fit this morning!''

Sweatdrops all around.

To be continue...