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.
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Two whelps. I hadn't asked for two. I hadn't asked for two; was it even something I could handle? Tarble finally came over to me, having tired of the knickknacks in Dr. Briefs' lab. I was finally sitting up, my hands resting on my stomach.
"So? Tell me! Tell me!" He gave an excited tailwag, leaning closer to me.
I stared off into space for a few minutes before glancing to him. "My prince...I..."
My voice trailed. I had no idea how to tell him I was pregnant. Nay, not just pregnant; pregnant with more than one whelp. I panted softly, trying to think.
"Please tell me, my Legendary." Tarble gave me those stubborn eyes. He wanted to know.
"I'm...with whelp..." I murmured softly, rubbing my stomach. "But..."
"What is it?" Brownish-black eyes stared at me; Tarble seemed more concerned now, so my expression must have been a giveaway.
I drew a quivering breath and hunched over some, eyeing him. "It's...more than one whelp. Oh Kami, my prince. I don't think I can handle it. My prince...I said I wanted
a whelp. I could have handled one. But two...? I..."
A gentle gloved hand lay itself on my stomach. "I said I'd help you, didn't I? I'm not retracting that now. Especially not now. When you're going to have two whelps. Two princes. Or...two princesses maybe. Maybe even a prince and a princess."
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Time had gone by quickly at first, and soon the morning sickness finally diminished. I was definitely getting bigger over time--I already looked rather large, to the point that I already seemed to look as though I should have been at full term and I couldn't really wear my golden belt anymore.
Tarble seemed to keep up with my changes; it thrilled him that he was going to be a father. It was nearing seventeen weeks at this time, and I could feel faint movements within me. Not quite kicks--it was too light to be a kick, I instinctively knew. But I could feel something. I would often call for Tarble, but he felt nothing when he touched. On the other hand, he seemed to sense something.
"Faint energies. I feel them...weird, but I feel three, not two." Tarble murmured.
I gave him an odd look. "Maybe one of those is mine, my prince."
"No. I know yours. These three were all unfamiliar."
My face grew pale. I was already having trouble dealing with the thought of two whelps. Three would be hell. I trembled, my mouth growing drier.
"But...it doesn't quite feel like three whelps, though." Tarble reassured me. "It was more like two were very similar...like they were from the same whelp..."
I blinked some. "Like the whelp has separate energies?"
"Yeah."
"Weir--"
"You've got the same kind of thing going on with your energy. Like...when you..." Here, Tarble's voice trailed, his eyes giving a nervous look. Apparently, it was something unique to me?
"When I...what?"
"When you transform to Legendary Super Saiyan."
I shivered slightly, then stared at him. So then, he thought that one of the whelps was a Legendary like me? I rubbed my stomach more, giving a few short breaths. Tarble pressed his hands against my stomach, nuzzling into my chest.
"But what if it really is three whelps?"
"We'll make it through, My Legendary. I promise we will, no matter what we have to do."
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