OK, I was persuaded to write a sequel to Enigma
(http://www.geocities.com/marvelouslymental/fiction/enigma.htm)

Enjoy ^^

Title: Dilemma
Author: Sara
Summary: Kinda an alternate universe sequel to Enigma.
Warnings: mpreg, sap, maybe some angst…that's it really.
Dedications: For Lio! The human moodswing! ^_^


Warmth.
That was the first thing that penetrated Goku's sleeping mind. Nice,
cosy warmth. Snuggling down into the blankets some more, he ignored
the niggling thoughts of his conscious mind as they attempted to
rouse him from sleep.
The next few minutes continued the same, Goku ignoring anything and
everything that would wake him from the warm cocoon that he was
currently encased in. This however, was interrupted as something
collided with his back using the same amount of force as a bullet.
Jolting upright, Goku blinked sleepily at the orange and black blur
across his vision, finally recognising it to be his giggling,
youngest son. Smiling, he ruffled Goten's hair while stifling a yawn.
"Morning, Goten…"
The young demi-saiya-jin wasn't given a chance to answer as the
colour promptly left Goku's face. Dashing for the bathroom, he heaved
up the remains of the previous night's dinner, as Goten peeked
nervously round the doorframe.
"Daddy…?" Walking forward, Goten put his hands out onto his father's
back gently.
"I'm ok Goten, probably shouldn't have sat up so suddenly…" Goku's
sentence finished with another round of heaving into the toilet.
Patting his dad's back, Goten continued to watch with a guilty look
until Goku finally sat back, hands groping around at the sink for a
flannel. Wiping his face over, he took in the look on his son's face.
"Aah, Goten. Don't worry, it wasn't your fault. If it was I wouldn't
have been doing this the other day either. Now, wanna help me out and
go tell mummy that I don't want breakfast?"
"OK!" With a smiling face once again, Goten ran out of the room to
relay the message to Chichi.
Sighing heavily, Goku let himself fall backwards. Staring at the
ceiling, he closed his eyes until familiar footsteps approached.
Opening his eyes, he blinked at his wife, as she looked him over
before kneeling next to him.
"Goku, shouldn't you be in bed?" She asked, staring at him with her
usual concerned expression.
"Probably…just don't want to move," he answered.
"Well you have to, can't leave you lying on the bathroom floor can
we? Here, can you sit up?"
Helping him up, Chichi forced Goku back into bed, pulling the
blankets up to make sure he was covered. Leaving the room, the Saiya-
jin heard her mutter to herself about calling Bulma…
"Oh great. Needles…."

**

Later that day, Goku sat on the edge of a table as Bulma ran test
after test on him, each test punctuated with a new question and some
note making. Blinking, he watched the two women as they traded ideas
on him, finally zoning out in boredom. Anything discussed now would
no doubt be retold to him later anyway.
"OK, break time! Goku, you can get something to eat if you're feeling
better!" Bulma said, leaving the room with Chichi as they threw more
ideas about between them.
Shrugging, Goku watched them go and decided to go hunt for Vegeta.
Good chance that he might know something about it f it had anything
to do with being Saiya-jin, and anyway, it seemed forever since
they'd sparred.
Thinking it over, they had barely seen each other. Mainly because of
the Majin incident…
Pausing for a moment, he sighed. Both he and Vegeta were both putting
it down to a side effect of the Majin takeover. Nothing more.
Shaking his head, he started for the first and most likely place the
Saiya-jin prince was likely to be. The Gravity Room.
Two minutes later, his theory was proved correct as he stared in the
small window. A topless Vegeta currently doing some one-finger press
ups, eyes focused on the floor in front of him. Knocking on the door,
Goku grinned as the Saiya-jin prince scowled at him.
Standing up, Vegeta switched the gravity off and strolled towards the
door, letting Goku in and shutting it immediately after. He watched
silently as his taller counterpart sat himself against the wall.
"Kakarrot?"
"Hey Vegeta. Bulma took a break is putting me though millions of
tests. So I came to see you for a while. That alright?" he asked,
leaning his head against the steel wall.
"Why would the woman be running tests on you, Kakarrot? Usually she
harasses me for that kind of thing," Vegeta replied.
"Nah, it's cos I'm ill or something. We thought it'd go away, but
it'd been going on for a few weeks now." Goku shrugged.
"You look perfectly healthy to me."
"Yeah, I feel alright now. Tired though, I'm always tired, and I get
sick some days as well…" he shrugged again, wrapping his arms around
his stomach.
Vegeta eyed Goku for a moment, taking his position into account.
"Kakarrot, lift up your shirt for a moment…"
Goku stared at Vegeta a moment, waiting to see if he'd misheard the
smaller saiya-jin.
"Well?"
Standing up, Goku pulled his gi top and shirt over his head over his
head, throwing it onto the floor before wrapping his arms round his
abdomen once again. Frowning, Vegeta took a breath and walked towards
the other man, gently moving his arms aside and gently prodding his
stomach. Stepping back, he frowned again, concentrating his stare on
Goku's stomach.
"What is it, Vegeta? Do you know what's wrong?"
"I have an idea. Kakarrot, is it just me, or have you been slacking
off in training?"
"Only a little bit, I usually still make myself train anyway. Why?"
Goku tilted his head as he waited for an answer.
"Your stomach muscles are softer, less defined." Vegeta replied,
frowning even harder.
"They are?" Goku turned his wide-eyed stare down to his stomach. "I
can't see THAT much difference..."
"Kakarrot, touch my stomach, then touch yours. You'll see the
difference."
Blinking, Goku reached his hand out, pressing his fingertips against
Vegeta's stomach. Sighing as a certain group of memories flooded into
his mind, he pulled his hand away again and pressed it against his
own stomach. Frowning, he noticed the difference. Usually his stomach
was at least as hard as Vegeta's…
"Yeah, I see what you mean, Vegeta. What do you think it is?"
Vegeta paused.
"You're pregnant."
Vegeta's facial expression didn't change as Goku's eyes rolled up in
his head as his body fell to the floor in a dead faint.
"Baka..."

Goku moaned. His head hurt, and he was pretty sure something bad had
just happened. Opening his eyes, he blinked against the harsh lights
above him, moving his gaze and ending up staring at Vegeta's knee
instead.
Yup, something bad had happened.
Staring at the knee, he dug around in his memory to try and recall
what the bad thing was.
"Vegeta?"
"Kakarrot?"
"I'm not really pregnant, am I?"
"I'm very sure you are."
"Boys can't get pregnant though, I learned that ages ago. So how can
I be?"
"Saiya-jin men can get pregnant. How do you think we accommodated for
the lack of females?"
"I dunno…this isn't faaair. How can I be pregnant…?"
Vegeta coughed.
Goku paused.
"Chichi's gonna kiiillll meeeee….!" Covering his face with his hands,
he trailed off into a group of mumbles and moans.
Vegeta rolled his eyes before replying. "She's going to find out
sooner or later, Kakarrot. May as well get it over and done with."
"..Are you really sure I'm pregnant, Vegeta?"
"Yes. Bulma can run a pregnancy test on you to be sure. But it's the
obvious conclusion."
Goku sighed. "I am so dead. And what's gonna happen when she asks who
the father is?"
"Tell her it's none of her damn business, it's not that hard
Kakarrot."
Looking away, Goku reached over and pulled his top back on, pushing
himself to his feet and wrapping his arms around his stomach.
Following Vegeta out of the room, Goku watched his stomach as he
walked, turning his sense on himself as he tried to search out
another ki in his abdomen. As he stared, another thought came to mind.
"Vegeta, how does the baby come out? I mean, it's not the way it goes
in right…?"
"I'll show you later Kakarrot, and no, not the way it went in."
Goku heaved a sigh of relief as they reached the lab, Chichi and
Bulma discussing a few new test results, oblivious to the intrusion
of the two men.
"Bulma!" Vegeta's shout caught the blue haired woman's attention.
Narrowing her eyes, she opened her mouth to return the shout but was
cut off. "It's about Kakarrot."
Making a gesture for her to follow, he left the room.
Bulma shrugged and followed, telling Goku and Chichi that she'd be
back in a minute.
"Goku? What's wrong?" Chichi asked, looking at her husband, who
currently had his head bowed in a strangely submissive manner.
Goku sighed again, wrapping his arms tighter around himself. Keeping
his gaze on the floor, he took a few breaths to calm himself as he
felt his wife's stare on him.
A few minutes later, a slightly paler Bulma returned, followed by
Vegeta.
"Goku, could you come with me for a few minutes?" Bulma asked,
dragging Goku out of the room with her.
"Vegeta. What's wrong with Goku? I'm his wife, can someone please
tell me SOMETHING?"
"We're not certain yet, but I'm pretty sure I know what it is."
Vegeta replied, keeping his eyes on the doorway.
"What is it?"
"You'll find out soon enough…"
Chichi grit her teeth, getting information out of Vegeta was like
draining blood from a rock.
Before long, a pale Bulma and a now pale Goku returned, Bulma taking
Chichi outside with her this time. Goku stared at a spot on the
floor, Vegeta continued watching the doorway.
"Vegeta? I think I'll be going home after this. Can I come by later?
You can tell me about this pregnancy thing then…"
Vegeta nodded, glancing at Goku for a moment before resuming his
watch on the door.
Moments later, Chichi came back in, another pale face to join the
rest. An unreadable expression on her face as she looked over to Goku.
"Chichi, we should get home now…" Goku started, avoiding her gaze as
he led the way out of the room.
The ride home was silent, Chichi driving as Goku tried to curl up as
much as possible in the passengers seat. Watching the landscape zoom
by, he soon began wondering about the reactions from his two sons.
Goten, he was pretty sure that he wouldn't get angry, he'd probably
just accept it. Gohan on the other hand, while accepting, might find
this a bit too much…
Shaking his head a little, he continued to stare out of the window,
looking longingly up at the sky.

TBC...

Dilemma Bloopers:

Yup, something bad had happened.
Staring at the knee, he dug around in his memory to try and recall
what the bad thing was.
"Vegeta?"
"Kakarrot?"
"Vegeta?"
"Kakarrot?"
"Vegeta?"
"Kakarrot?"
"Vegeta?"
"Kakarrot?"
"Vegeta?"
"Shut up now."
"Okay."



Vegeta paused.
"You're pregnant."
Vegeta's facial expression didn't change as Goku's eyes rolled up in
his head as his body fell to the floor in a dead faint.
Goku: OW! SHIT!
Vegeta: *cracks up*


"Kakarrot, lift up your shirt for a moment…"
Goku stared at Vegeta a moment, waiting to see if he'd misheard the
smaller saiya-jin.
"Well?"
A Pause.
"Strip, bitch!"
Goku: *grinning* *does a lil dance and starts stripping*


Frowning, Vegeta took a breath and walked towards the other man,
gently moving his arms aside and gently prodding his stomach.
Goku: *starts smiling*
Vegeta: *starts grinning and moving his hand downwards*
Both: *look at each other with a grin*
Sara: Again?!
Lio: You're complaining…?