I'm sorry about teasing you guys by saying that the last chapter was
the end...I didn't mean it like that. I meant that that chapter was
finished. This is the second version of this chapter. The original
was very different and fairly poorly written. I decided to take what
I wanted to happen in that chapter and split it in two. Here's the
first part. I expanded it greatly and made it easier to understand.
(I hope!)

Red as a Newborn

Disclaimer: Dragonball Z isn't mine. Neither is the song
called "Promises" by Eve 6. There is a line in it in which they
say "red as a newborn…" and I thought that it fit.
Dedication: This is for you SMDSP. *T-rex eyes* What was this about
me not being allowed to write yaoi involving Vegeta? I'll have you
become a raving yaoi fan yet! You addicted yet?
Warnings: Lemon, pretty much PWP, and slightly TWT (set during
Saiyaman Saga but no World Martial Arts tournament and no Goku or
Buu). And there are cliques but let's just have fun with them, all
right?
A/N: There was never supposed to be another part to "Darker than
Ebony" but my muse had other plans. And my muse is still Renegade
Phoenix. You know, if she didn't bug me daily about writing, I'd
never get anything done. I told her that I'd probably take a few days
to get this out but I think I'll be done early just for her…and all
the rest of my loyal fans! (All two of you…*snickers*) Oh, it's
Gohan's turn in this chapter. Has anyone ever noticed that when I
write in the first person, I tend to switch back and forth between
the characters?

As my world is crashing down on me, someone else's world is just
beginning. I can't believe it. Of all the impossibilities in the
world, I got another man pregnant. I guess I should have asked Vegeta
about Saiyan mating before we got into this mess. Mess? Is it really
a mess? I always wanted kids but I had resigned myself to not having
any at all after I realized my attraction to Vegeta. Who would have
thought that two men could reproduce? Wait a minute…the genetics of
this just are not making sense.
"Vegeta," I ask and continue on with the question after a slight
grunt from my mate. "How could that happen? I mean genetically
combining two males just isn't making sense to me. What's the gender
of the baby going to be? Will it be normal?"
Catching the anxiety in my voice, my prince takes a deep breath and
explains, "Of course it's normal, baka! Saiyans have been breeding
since the dawn of time. Sometimes you are just as stupid as your
father!"
"But…" I stammer. I know what I am asking but trying to explain in
terms that I hope Vegeta understands is another thing. I do not know
how much about genetics he knows. "What about the gender of the
child? We're both guys so we have "XY" chromosomes. The child will
get one from each of us but…I mean…the one possibility is just
impossible…"
"You are a baka! You are thinking like a damn human!" He turns his
head to look back over his should at me as we continue to lie on his
bed. "There are three sexes of Saiyans, I thought everyone knew
that."
"What the hell?" Ok, if I thought things were strange before, they
are just plain weird now. I am starting to realize just how little I
know of Vegeta's race, my race.
"Human's and Saiyans both have the same chromosomes for reproduction,
from what I've noticed from some of the books I've found lying
around. For your sake, I'll use the human terms. Human males
are `XY' while females are `XX', right?"
You know, I never realized how smart he was. He must have picked up
my biology book one day while I was here. I just nod to him for him
to continue.
"Humans required `XX' to bear children. Saiyans are different. They
only require one `X' to have that ability. So anyone with an `X'
chromosome can reproduce. That is how you got me pregnant."
That makes a lot of sense, sort of. Then again, does anything really
make sense anymore? "Ok, but you said that there were three sexes of
Saiyans? You talked about males and females, but what are the others?"
"You're a smart boy, you tell me what they'd be genetically."
"Well, with two men who both have `XY', you could get `XY', `XX', or …
is this right: `YY'. What would that last one be?"
"You remember what Nappa looked like?" The prince says with a smirk.
"Yeah," I reply not quite sure where he's going.
"That is the third sex, basically what a human would consider
a `super' male. They are larger and more aggressive although not
always as smart as their more female counterparts. They are perhaps
one of the reasons why many men choose not to mate with other men.
Very few of the `super males' had the mental capacities to become
elites. Nappa was probably the brightest one ever born. They were
extremely strong but not very good with strategy."
"So what do you think…our baby," it shocks me every time I think of
that, I am going to have a child! "Will be?"
"Hmmm." He says thoughtfully. "Probably male, `XY' if you were
wondering. Both `YY' males and females were very rare between two
mated males. Females being the most rare because even in
heterosexual unions girl babies were few and far between."
I was probably going to have a son. I still cannot believe it. I was
going to be a father. Wait another minute! If I am its father, what
is Vegeta going to be? He is its mother basically but isn't the word
mother usually reserved for a woman?
"I have another question."
The man who was lying next to me groaned. "What kid?"
"First quit calling me kid. Second, what is the baby going to call
you? You're its mother but not exactly."
He turned to look at me as if he were analyzing me before he
responded. "How much of the Saiyan language do you know?"
"None, actually," I said will furrowing my brow. "But what does that
have to do with what I asked?"
"Everything. There are no words in your Earth language for many
things in Saiyan culture."
"So males being pregnant and giving birth was a common enough
occurrence that they had their own word?" I asked trying to
encourage him to talk and trying to satisfy my curiosity.
"Stupid humans always dividing things by gender." He growled half-
heartedly and shook his head. "Gender was basically irrelevant to
Saiyans, but I guess you could see that by now. Since both men and
women could reproduce, the labeling of things had to be from
something other than sex."
"Let me guess," there are a few things I know about Saiyans for
sure. And their predisposition to be warriors seemed to overshadow
everything I knew. "There was a word for the stronger and the weaker
in the pair of mates, wasn't there?"
He actually smirked at me, "Very observant."
He goes on to explain many things I had never thought of about
Saiyans and their culture. I listen for what seems like hours. I do
not think I have ever heard Vegeta talk this much before. Of course,
I do not think anyone has ever asked him about his home world before.
I feel slightly sad at reminding him of his dead world, of our dead
world.
I snuggle in close to my mate as he talks. There are things that are
just so different from what I grew up to understand that it is just
amazing. All of a sudden, my stomach growls causing Vegeta to stop
his monologue.
"Damn Sons and their stomachs," he says in fake anger. He sits up
slowly and with great effort. "Come on, I think I need to eat
something too."
I follow him out to the kitchen to see what is in the fridge.
Unfortunately, the blue-haired mistress of the house stops our
journey. Somehow our long discussion in Vegeta's room made me forget
about what happened earlier with my mom. I smile weakly at Bulma.
"Hi."
"Poor baby!" She gushes at me. "You're mom will come around but
until then you can stay here."
"Thanks, Bulma," I tell her. I am becoming sad again when reminded
of my mother.
"But we still need to find out about what we were talking about
earlier," she continues.
I just laugh and take a seat at the kitchen table. Vegeta grabs a
carton of milk, two glasses, and the bottle of chocolate syrup from
the fridge and then sits down beside me. He carefully pours two
glasses and adds the syrup. Sometimes his obsession with that stuff
is just too funny and downright cute. I take a sip of the sweet
liquid and wait to see if he is going to tell Bulma.
"Onna, the next time you want to know something about me, ask me.
You can quit with your little surveillance cameras and talking behind
my back," the Prince of all Saiyans snapped. He then took a sip of
milk and proceeded to add more chocolate to his already saturated
drink.
"Well excuse me for worrying about you, Mr. High and Mighty," Bulma
exclaims putting her hands on her hips. "I've just never seen you
sick before and you weren't exactly making yourself easy to talk to.
We've hardly seen you out of your room in weeks and you're not even
training. I'd say that my worrying is something well founded."
"Heh, Onna. Shows how dumb you really are. I'm not sick," my mate
sneered at her. I almost wanted to laugh because I could tell that
he was going to string her along for a while. I can't understand how
Bulma and I are the only ones who can see what a great sense of humor
Vegeta has. Given a lot of times it's a quite cruel or morbid sense
of humor but he has one nonetheless.
"Oh, so not being able to keep any food down is not sick to a
Saiyan," she starts glaring down at him in his seated position at the
table. "Are you going to tell me that it's perfectly normal for a
Saiyan to act like this?"
"Of course it's normal, baka Onna," he continues with a smirk. "I
believe you showed the same `sickness' eight years ago."
"What are you talking about? I was pregnant with Trunks the last
time I was sick like that."
"I know."
I sit there trying not to laugh. Those two bicker like siblings. And
it seems that tonight, Bulma is not going to out smart my mate. From
the look on her face, she has no clue where this conversation is
going. I cannot wait to see the look on her face when Vegeta finally
tells her.
"What are you talking about then Prince of all Idiots?" Now she is
resorting to petty insults, she is not going to win this one.
"You heard me."
"What, you're pregnant?" Bulma said quite sarcastically. "Mr. Satan
has a better chance of beating Cell than a man has for getting
pregnant!"
Vegeta looks at me and smirks, "See what I told you about stupid
humans."
I just laugh.
"You're serious aren't you?"
We both nod at her. She proceeds to fall on the floor laughing.
After a few minutes, she is finally able to look at us through her
giggles. "You're both serious aren't you?"
We nod again. There is another bout of hysterical laughter and then
she composes herself. Standing up by the help of leaning on a chair,
she finally is able to breathe. She closes her eyes for a moment and
then when she opens them, I feel like crawling under the table to
hide.
"HAVEN'T YOU TWO EVER HEARD OF CONDOMS?! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?
GOHAN'S STILL IN HIGH SCHOOL, HE'S NOT READY TO HAVE KIDS! NEITHER
OF YOU WORK, HOW ARE YOU GOING TO SUPPORT THE BABY? DO EITHER OF YOU
KNOW THE FIRST THING ABOUT TAKING CARE OF AN INFANT? I KNOW VEGETA
DOESN'T BECAUSE I DON'T THINK HE CHANGED HIS SON'S DIAPER ONCE!"
We just sat there mutely as she proceeds to lecture us in the
practice of safe sex, the care of a newborn, and the responsibility
we now have to take. I feel like a six-year-old who just stole a
cookie, lied about it, and is getting yelled at by their mother about
the virtue of honesty. Looking over at my mate, I can tell he is
feeling about the same. Somehow, I think Bulma is the only one in the
entire universe that can do that to him.
"Speaking of taking care of the baby, you two need to get a nursery
ready for it. I got rid of most of Trunks' baby stuff after I gave
some of it to Chichi for Goten. So that means we get to go baby
shopping again!"
Somehow she is able to switch modes from lecture to torture…I mean
shopping, in nanoseconds. I think after today, my life is going to
get much, much more complicated.