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Naming Day

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Vegeta lay on his side, his mates leg thrown across his hip. He held her rounded belly in his hand as he thrust deeply into her. She craned her head over his shoulder, lips seeking his. The further into her pregnancy she got the more insatiable she became, seeking out his touch, his body, at every opportunity. Ever the good Samaritan he was more than happy to service her needs.

Ecstasy gripped him as he sheathed himself inside her tight core over and over again. The taste of her on his lips intoxicating, her scent all around him, calling to his most basic instincts he guided his hand down to her clit. Gently brushing his fingers across the sensitive bundle of nerves. Her inner walls clamped down tight around him.

"No fair," she gasped.

"Places to be woman." He chuckled softly at her indignant whimper. "Do not whine. I will give you more later."

Letting her head fall back against his shoulder he felt her yield to him. Her soft body falling pliant. The willing surrender made his already hard cock even hard, ecstasy burned in him, the pleasure of his mates submission.

Unable to stop himself he set his teeth gently into the skin of her neck as he worked her body. The gentle sounds she made driving him on, bringing him closer to release. She was close, he could tell by the way her body arched, her small hand reaching back to clamp down on his ass, fingers grazing the base of his tail.

Growling he bit down harder on the tender flesh between his teeth. It was enough. Her body clamped down tight around his, her muscles squeezing him like a vice as she cried out. Her orgasm set off his own and for one blinding moment all he knew pleasure.

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Bulma sat in front of her dressing mirror, her handmaid braiding the long length of her hair. They chatted about her glowing skin and healthy pregnancy, but the truth was she was incredibly uncomfortable. Cancel that. She was miserable. At nine months she was huge, she couldn't see her own feet, had to pee every two seconds, and was just generally uncomfortable no matter if she were sitting, standing or laying down. None of the doctors could agree on when her due date would be. Her father, consulted via the video com, guessed she would carry more to a human term, the Saiyan doctors proposed something longer and closer to a Saiyan term. Already the boy weighed in at over ten pounds. She was strong but small and very much human, so the larger the baby got the more concerned everyone was about her ability to safely give birth. The last scans revealed he was fully developed, lungs and all. So, he was just going to sit in there getting bigger and stronger with no apparent desire to come out.

"Are you nearly finished?" Vegeta cut into her thoughts.

"I just finished now your majesty." The handmaid tied off the last braid before stepping away and gathering her things.

"Thank you," Bulma told her before dismissing her. Dismissing people had taken a while to get used to. "It's so much work now. Maybe I should cut it all off again?"

Vegeta raised a brow at her. "Shave your head bald if it pleases you woman."

Reconsidering herself in the mirror she thought all her braids really did looked bad ass. "I suppose I can keep it, for now."

Taking a firm grip on the back of her head he pulled her into a quick kiss. "Now, it is time we get to this Naming."

Standing, Bulma smoothed her hand over the new armor she wore. Same general idea, the stretchy material more than capable of swelling with her growing body, but cut differently to cover her pregnant belly in a more flattering fashion.

"I still don't understand why they waited so long to do the Naming. The boy came out of the tank two months ago. I looked into it and normally the naming's done the same day. Chi Chi's been ridiculously over-" A terrible pain cut her off mid rant. Gasping she grabbed her side as agony shot through her once, twice and again. Each blow worse than last.

Cradling her Vegeta lay a hand against her belly. "What is wrong?"

"He's kicking again." The kicks had been getting stronger but nothing had hurt this badly before. This was new. A shiver of fear went through her, images from old sci-fi movies flitting through her head. "Are all Saiyan babies this ruthless or is yours special?"

"All Saiyan pregnancies are difficult but none have borne a young as powerful as the one you now carry. We should take you to the med wing."

Waving him off she straightened. "There's nothing we can do about it and we have a royal duty to attend to."

The reigning King and Queen presided only over the Naming's of those young ranked as Elites. One had not been born since Kakarot. Elite warriors were rare and typically only Elites bred Elites, with years, sometime decades, between siblings. The loss of any one of them negatively affected the species for generations.

"As you wish, woman." Vegeta held an arm out to her, a custom he'd adopted since her pregnancy became visible.

Bulma lay her arm atop his, doing her best to hide her pain as it radiated through her. Judging by the expression on his face as he led her from the room, she hadn't done very good job of it.

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The throne room lacked the usual rank and file that would have accompanied a royal event and instead held those who were necessary for the ceremony or who were personally invited by Kakarot and his family. Each dressed in their formal armor. Vegeta had always disliked the family colors of Bardock's line. The garish orange made more so by the blue accompanying it. Even the small bundle in Kakarot's arms was swathed in the bright colors.

It was a small ceremony but the event was required to officially acknowledge the young's birth and position. Mate seated at his side Vegeta knew he needed to get used these things. He could nearly hear his father's voice in his head lecturing him on the importance of tradition and his duty as king.

Glowering at the small gathering he huffed, "Where is his mate?"

Bulma shook her head. "I don't know. Everyone else is here. Even Kakarot's here and he's never on time for anything."

Shifting on his throne Vegeta had a feeling the harpy would not be coming. It was a serious breach of customs for her to be absent unless she died in the birthing. Things were already odd enough, with Kakarot carrying in the young rather than its mother. Having no patience for more, especially considering what the rest of the day had instore for them, he waved Bardock over.

The older male approached the dais, kneeling and saluting quickly before standing.

"My lord?"

"What is going on?" Vegeta's voice sounded tired even to him.

Bardock cleared his throat. "Chi Chi is refusing to attend. We were hoping she may change her mind, but it appears not."

"Why won't she come?" Bulma asked, looking more weary than surprised.

"Because of the nature of the presentation," Bardock answered.

"I suppose I understand. I just feel bad Kakarot. This is a big deal."

"She is having difficulty adjusting to our traditions. They fought over having the ceremony at all but in this thankfully my son refused to be quelled by his mate. Out of respect for her he has agreed not to force her participation."

"Then let us proceed without her," Vegeta commanded. With that Bardock returned to the small knot of guests, not seeming the least bit shocked by Vegeta's decree. "Perhaps it is for the best," he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Really?" Bulma raised an elegant brow at him.

"If she were to refuse to act appropriately, particularly in front of witnesses, we would be forced to discipline her" —he paused briefly before continuing— "and if she is not at the ceremony, she loses her rights as guardian. Meaning, she will not be allowed to dictate the young's future training, education or residency. As his dame she will have no legal ability to determine his rearing outside of the home. Few mothers willingly abdicate those rights."

Eyes wide Bulma said, "I wonder if they left that part out when explaining things to her."

"It is highly likely Kakarot simply did not think on it but Bardock is no fool. He would have left the information out intentionally. We all fear what she would do if allowed to impede his training or worse yet, attempted to return him to Earth."

"It would weaken our people and endanger Earths. At least until he has taken a mate and learned to control his power."

"Precisely."

They fell into silence as the congregation of celebrants, including his own parents, organized themselves. Once they were ready, he stood and held his hand out to his mate. As her palm landed in his he pulled her gracefully to her feet.

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Bulma did her best to look regal as all eyes turned to them. In all her swollen achy glory she felt entirely unregal. Her entire body ached, particularly where her son had kicked her. Cringing internally, she pasted a smile on her face. Really, this wasn't even the most stressful part of her day. The rest was yet to come and was one of the catalysts of the Naming ceremony at all. Though she hadn't expected Chi Chi to completely opt out of the event, the woman was monstrously overprotective of her son, as Vegeta had said it might have been for the best. Inside the home she could do as she would but ultimately the boys training and education would have to be approved by her mate. Who, last Bulma checked, was determined to ensure their son grew up properly trained and on Vegetasai.

"Today we recognize a new Elite warrior. One that shall bring honor to our people and his bloodline." Vegeta began. "Kakarot, Son of Bardock, step forward."

Kakarot, son in arms and solemn faced, stepped forward. Approaching them he bent to his knee before them. This, Bulma knew with absolute certainty, was why Chi Chi had refused. She would not kneel before them.

Head bowed he spoke, "I come before you to have my son recognized and welcomed into our society. To celebrate his safe birthing and to receive what gifts you would bestow upon him."

"Present your young," Bulma said, voice warm even to her own ears. Her hand rested absently on her sore belly.

Kakarot's young was sleeping soundly, his tiny features relaxed as he lay nestled in the bright colors of his family. Wild black hair stuck out at odd angles, with sharp features and prominent dark brows it was already easy enough to tell which side of the genetic lottery had won but as Kakarot gently unwrapped the sleeping baby from the blanket, he revealed the final confirmation. A tiny brown tail draped delicately across his father's arm as he slowly lifted him on high.

The boy stirred, small hands fisting, and opened huge eyes to reveal the black irises of the Saiyan species. Bulma expected him to start crying but the baby instead regarded her with an appraising gaze.

This next part had been much discussed between her and Vegeta. What would they give this male and his young? His family? The most loyal of all families to the Vegeta line? What gift would be worthy of the sacrifice Kakarot had made? The male had given his life, a life he'd had no knowledge would be returned to him, for his king and his people. Risked everything for them. Risked the life that now lay presented before them.

Reaching out together they lay hands upon the young, Vegeta's resting upon the boy's orange robed body and hers upon his head. His hair was soft beneath her fingers, his skin softer and warm.

"Name your son." Vegeta's voice fell with the weight of authority.

Meeting their eyes Kakarot spoke the boy's name aloud, "His name is Gohan."

An Earthling name to be sure but Bulma found it fitting since otherwise the child looked like a pureblood Saiyan. It was an homage to his human side. She didn't know if Vegeta felt the same but they both new it had been Chi Chi's right to name their son and they'd all been expecting the humanity of the name. It could have been worse. Gohan was a strong name.

Off to the side Zorn opened a heavy black bound ledger and began logging Gohan's name in the official historical records. Piccioli gave a knowing smile and Bulma could only assume history had just repeated itself once more.

With a brief glance at one another Vegeta spoke, "Let it be known that the Elite Gohan shall be welcomed unto our family. That he shall grow alongside our own young when they are safely born upon this world. They shall be companions, family, in all but blood. If you should fall in battle, we will raise your young as our own. If ever he be in need, he has our protection, our guidance, and our home to call his own. In recognition of the great loyalty you have shown our kingdom your bloodline is forever united with ours from this day forward."

Mouths gaped all around. They'd given the most important gift they could come up with, the greatest blessing a warrior on the planet could hope to be given. The gift of unity with the royal family. A permanent alliance of lines. It was something that hadn't been done in centuries according to Vegeta and was sure to make a statement. The two bloodlines would run in parallel with each other, separate but united.

Gently running her thumb across the baby's tiny brow Bulma decreed, "Welcome to the family Gohan."

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"I can't tell if I have to pee because I'm nervous or because the baby's sitting on my bladder again."

"Both?"

Vegeta listened to his mother and mate's chatter but remained silent. Nerves pulled at his own stomach. A gentle wind blew across the platform bringing with it the first, faint, hint of a chill. The harvest time was slowly descending upon them. The crisper air the harbinger of the fallow time that was to come. Snow would fall in another moon for certain and the planet would freeze for four more before thawing. He was thankful that the cold times were far shorter than the warm, having never been fond of the ice and snow.

It wasn't the coming winter though that had him unnerved. No, it was the slowly descending space craft in the sky above them. Resembling the woman's gravity ship, only larger and looking as though it should not be able to fly, it approached them at a steady pace. Heading for the landing zone on the palace grounds.

The same cluster that had been at the Naming ceremony, with the addition of Kakarot's harpy, now waited impatiently for the ship to land. The banshee was unhappy, not understanding why they all had to be there.

"I swear when I was carrying Vegeta he would kick my bladder on purpose," his mother said in a fond sort of way. Growling to himself Vegeta tried willing the ship to land faster before she started sharing embarrassing stories. "Lord he was so unruly even before he was born, and then in the birthing room he just did not want to come out. Head like a bolder, stubborn as a mountain troll."

Too late. He buried his face in his hand.

"You have trolls here?" Bulma asked conspiratorially. "Is he related? It would explain the hair."

He choose to ignore the other indignities that were sure to flow forth. Focusing instead on the ship as it grew closer. When at long last the large round ship with Capsule Corp plastered across the side landed the crowd grew silent, thank the Gods, and watched with bated breath as the roaring engines grew silent and the ramp door lowered.

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The urge to pee vanished as the ramp to her parent's ship lowered, a slight queasiness taking its place. God, hopefully she didn't throw up in public again. Her nerves were getting the better of her. It wasn't like they hadn't seen her over the video com, they knew she was pregnant, they knew everything. Well, mostly. They knew enough, that was for sure, but seeing something over a video and seeing it in real life were two different things. Not to mention she was far bigger and further along than she'd hoped to be for meeting them but getting the gravity dampening devices to work correctly and building a ship that ended up needing to be much larger had taken longer than anticipated even for her father.

She wanted to both run toward and run away from the ship. Neither sure nor unsure of her life's choices in that moment it was as though she lived in purgatory. A terrible in-between.

Dr. Brief's emerged first, looking as he always had up to and including the cat perched upon his shoulder. The only addition being the silver band around one wrist, it matched the band around Scratch's neck. Her mother scurried out behind him, Bunny's hair perfectly coifed and her clothes as tight as always. She too wore her gravity dampening bracelet around one wrist.

"My baby!" Mrs. Briefs yowled as she hurled herself past her unsuspecting husband, nearly toppling him in the process. Saiyan's, Earthlings, and their lone Namekian friend scattered alike as she raced for her daughter.

Vegeta threw out an arm to stop her guards from tackling her mother as Bunny Briefs flung her arms around her. Her mother smelled like sunshine and cupcakes, her hug holding more strength than one would ever suspect from such a small woman. The warmth of that embrace snapped Bulma out of her self imposed purgatory, brought her back around to the present.

"Mom," she sniffled as tears began to fall. Returning the embrace Bulma buried her face against her mother and cried. A second set of arms soon wrapped around them both. The scents of tobacco and gear grease enveloped her and Bulma sobbed harder. They smelled like home. In the arms of her family she was home.

"It's okay baby girl. It's okay."

Scratched meowed in agreement as Bulma sagged in their arms. Damn hormones.

Chi Chi's voice cut through the crowd as the last traveler, the approximate size and width of a mountain, emerged from the ship. "Daddy?"

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At Bulma's insistence they had set up out in the gardens to take advantage of the flagging summer weather. Long rows of tables weighed down by food and drink filled the fragrant space. Drinks and words flowed in equal measure. His people knew no other way to celebrate. Bulma was settled nearest a mound of sweet cakes, her mother nibbled delightedly on some sort of pale green confection on one side of her and her father chewed on the end of what looked like a white stick on the other. Odd habit to be sure but one in which his mate had assured him was normal enough.

The harpy sat with her own father, the grandsire holding her young in his arms, and smiling. The sheer size of the male had been a surprise, but it solved the mystery of Chi Chi's strength. Bulma's remained a mystery. Neither of her parents were particularly powerful, both requiring the gravity dampening devices where the giant had not.

"So tell me again, what do you do for a living son?" The giant turned to Kakarot.

"I'm a soldier Mr. Ox-King."

"And just how much do you earn?"

Chi Chi blanched and screeched at her father, "Dad! That's none of your business."

Vegeta turned his attention away from the discussion as Kakarot tried to figure out how to answer and back on his own mates' sire, who had spent a considerable amount of time giving him a squinted look from behind thick glasses.

"I assume you have questions?" Vegeta asked, ignoring the platter of food before him.

Though they had spent considerable time speaking with her family he could guess the old man and his wife reserved some questions for their in-person meeting. Vegeta picked up his mug and took a long draw of water as he waited for the old man to ask him something.

"Do you love my daughter?"

His drink went down the wrong way. Throat closing up, Vegeta went into a massive coughing fit as he fought to relearn how to breath around a lungful of water.

"Dad," Bulma groaned as she tried getting up from the table, but her mother beat her too it. Leaping up Bunny Briefs began smacking him roughly on the back. Facing burning with indignation he did his best to wave her off. Meanwhile, everyone else at the party did their best to pretend they were not all listening intently in on the conversation. Small party or no someone would gossip, and everything said here would be wagged about the castle by sundown. Face burning Vegeta finally got the blonde off of his back.

"Well?" the doctor prompted.

Vegeta leveled his gaze on the old man. "As you still live and breathe, I think the answer should be obvious."

The man's mouth fell open, the stupid stick still somehow remaining in place, as his gaped like a beached fish. His mate groaned buried her head in her hands. All of those attempting to surreptitiously ease drop now looked on in obvious, wide eyed, interest at the drama unfolding before them.

Finally regathering his wits, the doctor said, "If it's all the same to you I'd like to hear you say it."

"You do not command me."

Mouth snapping shut Dr. Briefs glowered at him.

"Guys come on," Bulma whined.

"She's my daughter."

"She's my mate."

Bunny laughed girlishly. "Oh, I just love all da drama. It's just like one of my shows. Aren't our husbands just so handsome? Especially yours my dear. He's just so dark and brooding. It's no wonder your havin' a babe already. Who could hold out for long against all that?" More chortling ensued. "I certainly didn't. Just ask your father."

Tension burst like a bubble around them and everyone save Bulma's overhyped mother blushed furiously. She'd just gone back to happily munching on her sweets.

Conversation sparking back to life around them, everyone chose to move on. Chi Chi's father continued his interrogation of Kakarot. Having moved on to why he had not been invited to the naming. A question Vegeta was certainly glad he did not have to explain. The fact was Chi Chi's father was an outsider, unlike those who had fought and died for the planet or those native born to Vegetasai, his loyalty had not been tested. Young were not introduced to outsiders prior to their official Naming.

The feasting continued and the day wore on. The sun moved slowly through the sky marking time and as the shadows grew long, he knew it would be time to force his mate to rest soon. A palatable exhaustion reached him between their bond. She ached and their unborn young drained her energy faster than ever. Perhaps the excitement egged him on? Ultimately the why of it did not matter. Giving the command to end the festivities he drew her to her feet. They would show her parents to their quarters and then he would see to it that she rested before dinner and tours.

Amidst a series of oh's and aw's about the grandure of the palace, they guided the older couple down the royal wing, Kakarot having taken the harpy's sire to their quarts.

"Now mom, dad, we are just down the hall from here through those double doors," Bulma directed her parents. "Dad, I can't wait to show you the lab later. It's amazing and you'll love the shops in town mom. I'm so happy you're here."

Hooking her mother's arm in hers Bulma pulled her into their guest quarters. Dr. Briefs went to follow but Vegeta threw an arm across the door baring his enterance. Both women were too wound up in conversation to notice the delay.

"Listen closely old man, because I am only going to say this once, out of respect for your position as my mates' sire." Vegeta stare straight ahead as he spoke. "Bulma is mine. Destined to me from birth. She is the most important thing to me in the universe. I would burn it all to ash for her. Her life is my life. Her death, my death. I have and will kill for her. I live for her. I would die for her." He finally turned to look the old man in the eyes. "But if that is still not enough for you, and if you must know…yes, I love her. I love her with all of the soul I have."

Clapping him on the shoulder Dr. Briefs said, "That's enough my boy, that's enough."

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Sighing, Bulma pulled her armor off and scratched her belly. What she needed was a nap. The feasting and the overall stress of the day so far had worn her slap out. It depressed her that the slightest physical activity exhausted her. Gone were the days of endless training, the hours of sparring. Just getting down the hall was taxing.

"Come now woman. There is no need to mope you will see them later tonight. Undress and get over here. You need sleep."

Rolling her eyes, she finished undressing and turned to find him sprawled out on their bed like the King he was, shirtless and waiting for her amid a sea of blue silk. Shirtless. Her mouth watered at the sight of him and he chuckled, clearly sense her desire, but as his eyes roved over her body they lost their mirth. Fear shot through her, his fear, as he untangled himself from the bedding and closed the distance between them in long strides.

Shocked, Bulma backed up a step. The look on his face verged on terror. "What? What is it?"

"Look at yourself," he said, voice barely above a growl and gestured to her belly.

Bruises. She was covered in bruises. They bloomed across her belly in a flurried, obscene, mockery of a floral-patterned tattoo. The brilliant purple and blue colors standing out in brilliant contrast to her pearl like skin.

"Oh geez," she sighed, rubbing her hand across the marks.

"You cannot keep this up much longer," Vegeta declared as he lay a glowing palm across her belly, bleeding his life's energy into her. "We should transfer him to a tank as we did with the harpy."

The rush of power went through her as it always did, stirring the beast inside her, she willed it back to slumber. Bulma had gotten quite good at keeping her Ozaru asleep. It seemed to understand she couldn't handle the physical strain of an escape attempt while pregnant.

"No. No other queen has before, and I will not be the first. He is a prince of Vegetasai, he must be strong."

"He is already strong."

"Our son will be the first Saiyan royal who is not pure Saiyan. I will not make his life harder by not being able to bare him naturally. I have more strength in me Vegeta. Trust me."

Vegeta glared down at her. "I trust you woman. If you wish to keep up with this fight, then so be it but do not think that if I believe you or our young is in danger that I will not do whatever is necessary to protect you. To hell with tradition."

Unable to help herself she admitted, "I heard you, you know. What you said to me dad, I heard."

Redness graced his cheeks. Boy, it had been a day for blushes. "I spoke only the truth."

"You honor me." Bulma cupped his cheek in her hand. He nuzzled into her palm.

"Always."

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A/N: Thank you to everyone who has or will review. I hope this chapter, though somewhat short, proved entertaining. In these times I hope my stories can bring some light into someone's life. Stay safe and stay tuned for the next chapter. As always, with love.

~The Enforcer