Disclaimer: I do not even have a chance of owning Dragonball/Dragonball Z as they are the intellectual properties of Akira Toriyama and Toei Animation.
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Authornotes: Warning -- The fic, as a whole, will be containing slash, mPreg and some heavy psychological stuff. Don't like? Don't read. The pairing is Tarble x Broly Also: Broly's perspective.
Warning for this particular chapter: If you're uncomfortable with sex scenes, you might wanna look away.
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In the dim light of the dawn, my fingers clutched the sheets of the bed I shared with Tarble. I drew ragged breaths, panting with each thrust the secondborn prince gave into me. Dark eyes glazed and my vision grew hazy. Clearly, I was swept up in this passion. His soft tail wrapped itself around mine, entwining with it and gripping tightly. I felt almost like I were dreaming at this point. Grips on my tail did that to me. Suddenly, his tail loosened from mine and he wrapped it around the shaft of my cock. Clearly he didn't want my manhood to feel left out.
His breath danced off my neck and made me gasp, fingers loosening from the sheets before I gripped tighter with another thrust from him. I could feel his warm manhood inside of me, yearning to blow its load into me. Sharp teeth grazed my back; he was getting more feral as he got closer to his climax; he had no idea how close I was to my own as he kept stroking my manhood with his tail.
A hard thrust slammed inside of me and I screamed out. It was instinct; after all, Saiyans were screamers when it came to sex and fighting. He gripped around my waist as he slammed in harder and faster. Were all princes this brutal when it came to sex? I panted heavier, feeling each thrust harder than the last.
I felt another, stronger thrust now before he arched his back inward while he released his seed into me. I clutched the sheets tighter and sank my teeth into the pillow, feeling the precum slip out before blew my own load. That would be a mess to clean up in the morning, and neither of us were all that good with a washing machine.
He pulled out, panting and pulling himself up toward the head of the bed now, so that our faces were close. Teeth grazed my ear before he whispered.
"That was amazing, wasn't it?" Tarble whispered sensually.
I gave a breathless, speechless nod.
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It had been a couple of months since that night of unparalleled passion; things felt a little off now; I didn't really have the desire to mate half the time--even when Tarble wanted it. My passion just hadn't been there, recently--I was just too tired to be in the mood. And if I wasn't too tired, I just plain wasn't in a good mood; the threat of my Super Saiyan transformation lingered no matter what. Hell, there were even times when I was neither in the mood, nor in a good mood. Nay, I would be sulky and tired--not a good combination for myself or Tarble.
On the other hand, I was hungrier than ever. An already ravenous Saiyan appetite was made more ravenous. At the same time, I wasn't feeling very well either and had become very picky with food. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but this had to be some weird stomach flu. At least, that was what I thought, every time I hung my head over a toilet, a wastebasket, and once, on accident, Tarble's stark-white boots.
Today was a typical day for this. At least, I thought it was.
"You know, something seems real off with you. You never seem to wanna 'do it' anymore. And you're always e--" Here, Tarble paused, glaring at me as I stuffed a few pieces of bacon in my mouth. "See! You're eating again! You eat and then you upchuck!"
I furrowed my brows. "What of it? It's not as though I didn't already have this kind of appetite to begin with. You're just making a big deal over absolutely nothing."
Tarble stalked closer, leaning in. "Absolutely nothing, huh? Well then, tell me. What's with that little bit of pudge you're getting?"
I gave a flustered look. "It's just because I've been eating more."
"Oh, bull!" Tarble grunted. "You're moody. You're getting pudgy. You upchuck. And you did say you're from a breeder family. It's all making perfect sense to me and you're just too blind to see it!"
I twitched my tail with a hint of annoyance now. How dare he insinuate that I didn't know what was going on with my own body! Of course, maybe he was right. But that still didn't mean anything! My rage suddenly turned to worry within a moment. He had to be right. Something was definitely off with me and I'd been ignoring all the signs, or playing them off at least. Gingerly, I lay a hand on my stomach, glancing down where my hand lay, then glancing up with an almost apologetic look at Tarble.
"But are you sure?" I murmured. I didn't want to get my hopes up; not yet, anyways.
Tarble glanced away, crossing his arms much like his older brother Vegeta. It seemed he didn't want to get his hopes up either, from the look on his face. "Not completely. And it would be kind of awkward to get my sister-in-law's father to do an ultrasound without any other confirmations. It's a real dilemma. It's not as though a human doctor's going to believe us, and there's no doctor that is familiar enough with the Saiyan physiology to back us up if we even go anywhere to see if you really are...with whelp."
I tensed some, closing my eyes and hanging my head low, my hand never leaving my stomach. "Then how will we ever know?" It was a valid question, at least, in my mind. I moved my hand slightly, rubbing at the sensitive bump of flesh beneath it. I really did want to know; after all, I did say I wanted whelps. If they were on the way, I'd have to tell him. I did promise him, after all.
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Dr. Briefs gave a strange look at me when Tarble first dragged me into his lab. I knew why, of course; he'd never met me before. I was giving him an equally strange look, after all. As Tarble took him aside to explain the situation, I sighed and looked around the lab. There were machines that I didn't know the function of, and frankly I'm not sure if I even wanted to know the function of them.
After a few minutes, Dr. Briefs gave me a cock-eyed look, his face seeming to have a mixture of disbelief and curiousity.
"You just lay down right there and I'll get out the ultrasound machine. Not that I believe Tarble completely. The boy embellishes things. Imaginative as the day is long." He said, the skepticism showing very obviously now.
I gave an annoyed huff. "If you don't believe it, then why are y--"
He cut me off. "Would you hold it against me if I said to shut the poor boy up?"
I shook my head. After all, I had wanted to get him to shut up earlier. I lay down on the table, letting my arms hang off the sides while I closed my eyes. Might as well get some shut-eye. No sooner had I started to doze off when I heard the sound of squeaky wheels. I cracked an eye open--he was hauling a screen and a computer of some sort over.
"Now stay still. This'll be rough." Dr. Briefs ordered.
I didn't feel like moving all that much, of course. I turned my head to the screen. Maybe he was going to make me watch something? His fingers flicked the switches of the computer and he pulled out a strange object that looked like a probe--a probe connected to the computer.
"Sorry I don't have much gel. It would make this a little easier on both of us" He sighed.
I made a soft noise, one of neither joy nor anguish at his statement.
He slathered someting cold and slimy on me, then pressed the probe against my stomach. I grunted with a slight pain; he was being rough. That hurt! He moved it somewhat, bringing something into view. Apparently, whatever it was astonished him enough to make him drop the cigarette out of his mouth.
I stared. The image was fuzzy and confusing at best, as far as I was concerned.
"Well I'll be. He wasn't kidding when he said you might be knocked up." Dr. Brief finally spoke.
I blinked. What'd he mean by that? I'd never heard such terminology before. "What?"
"In the family way. Let's see...how did Tarble put it? Whelping."
It took a few minutes to register in my mind. My eyes stared at the screen now. What were those two indistinct shapes?
"Something wrong?"
I didn't say a word, instead responding by vomiting. Dr. Briefs grimaced; clearly not the answer he had expected from an expectant male alien.
"Well?"
He seemed to be pressing the point. Perhaps my expression was a giveaway?
I murmured. "What's those two funny shapes on the screen?"
"Twins."
Had I been a more sensitive creature, I would have fainted. Instead, I closed my eyes and tried to register what Dr. Briefs was trying to say. Twins. Me, with whelp, and it was twins?
How could it have happened? What was I going to do? I mean yes, I wanted whelps. I didn't say I wanted two at once, though.
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