The Saiyan Bond

The argument

Goten pov
"But I don't understand why you could say such a thing?"
I roll my eyes and rest my chin on my palm and blink.
"I'm just saying I think it's wierd that a guy should have a baby. Where the fuck does it come out?"
"It used to be lazer-faded out with Saiyan technology but to my knowledge, you earthlings call it c-sections? No?"
"Sounds about right. But still, I'm not having a baby."
Okaru sits up and glares into my eyes and I feel a pang of hatred flicker through them.
"Why not?"
"Because I don't want one."
"Why?"
"What are you, five?"
"I'm 121 and I'm telling you to give me a perfectly good explanation as to why you don't want a child with me?!"
I flinch and feel the house shake under his dark voice.
"I-I just don't okay?"
"Am I not suited to your needs?!"
I flinch again but then stand, smacking the table, my eyes starting to sting.
"Why the fuck is this so hard to wrap your mind around?! I don't want a fucking baby!"
I feel his angry heat waving through the air and he reaches across the table, gripping my shirt collar and pulling me to his face. He looks so frightening in this very moment that I actually feel scared to be near him for once.
"Are you not even aware of the fact that there is one inside you at this very moment, Goten?!"
My breath hitches and my eyes widen at the sound of his nervous speech.
"Y-I-w-wHAT?!"
He grips my shoulders and pulls me over the polished wooden table and lays me down on my back roughly, then presses his cold hand under my shirt to touch my skin and he looks me dead in the eyes, "do you feel it?"
My lip quivers and I panic.
No no no no!
"I SAID I DONT WANT IT!" My voice cracks as I rush back to sit up straight and I leap into the air my nerves racing and I fly out the window as quick as possible with one destination in mind.
I'm not worried because okaru can't sense power levels yet but I have to fly fast to be sure he doesn't follow me.
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"Bulma please just don't ask me anything just do it"
Her eyes look angered and disheartened as she nods and reaches for the anesthetic.
"Look-I have to numb you other wise you can go into anefelectic shock. So while I do this, be sure to remain completely still. Because any movement when I use the scalpel can damage you permanently. Got it?"
I nod and she sighs, her frail hands reaching for the metal tool and I reach out, grasping her wrist, she twists to see my panicked expression.
"Do it quickly. I don't have very much time before he gets here. I can sense him."
She blinks and I see a small tear roll off her cheek as she nods and grips the scalpel.
It's wierd watching myself get cut open but I remind myself that this is for the very best. I don't want it. I don't want it.
I don't want it.
My ears perk and my nose sniffs. I can sense him.
He's not too far away.
There is a soft tearing noise from my skin and my eyes catch the sight of a small gooey looking pouch.
"This isn't the permanent fetus. I refuse to remove that one. This is just the egg."
I nod and she places it into a tin cup, making a gelatinous sound. My stomach is open.
20miles
Bulma stands and moves to the sink to grab a new pair of gloves and retie her hair. She grasps a few new towels and places them around the bloody skin.
15 miles
Her hands work carefully as she moves the flap of skin back and applies the black wire stitching.
10 miles
My hands start to tap against the metal table and she glares at me but I look away.
5 miles
She finishes the last stitch and I jump up, ignoring my lack of clothing and I feel my heart pound and my stomach drop.
I'm numb but I feel weak.
Extremely weak.
"G-Goten! You can't get up you need to rest-!"
I shake her voice out of my head and I turn to the nearest hallway and Leap out the nearest window, heading towards no where in particular, just the opposite of Okaru's energy.
My stomach is in a lot of pain in the air and I feel a warm liquid trickle down my leg, blood.
Shit.
My feet touch down to the nearest clearing and I trip in flight, landing on my stomach painfully and I roll over with a groan, blood seeping into the grass around me.
My eyes feel heavy and they start to close as soon as I hear a familiar voice call my name.
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It's.....a strange sound. I haven't heard it in a while.
Is he....sobbing?
My eyes flicker open into the darkness to gaze upon a dimly shadowed figure, hunched over while seated on the bed, his back trembling and his voice shaking.
My hand reaches out to grasp his shoulder but at the touch he shivers and pulls away.
Eyes whirl to meet mine in a fiery blaze and my heart skips a beat.
"HOW COULD YOU?!"
I swallow dryly.
"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU YOU BASTARD?!"
Is he...at me?
"YOU....YOU ARE A MURDERER DO YOU SEE THAT?!"
His voice is so scary and i feel my body shivering under the cold sheets. His brow is wild and his teeth are gnashing so angrily. His hair is a sloppy mess and his shirt is sweaty.
His eyes are yellow and orange and my stomach jolts in a pang of pain.
"I CANT BELIEVE WHAT YOU HAVE DONE! I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU!"
He stands and grips my wrist, slightly pulling me up before biting my skin hard, blood trickling from the vein on my wrist and I cry out at the pain.
His eyes no longer meet mine as he turns his back to me.
"If you think such an innocent life could deserve such a terrible death, then you yourself should perish with it."
His voice...so cold, he has never been this way.
He wants me...to die?
Is he killing me?
Is that why he bit my wrist?
"Okaru-"
"No! Don't even utter my name. You have disgraced our bond. I am leaving. I can't-I can't think straight in this moment though I am sure I will regret what I have said tonight-but I need some time to think about what you have just done. You have done something no Saiyan could forgive. Know that. It would be a miracle if I come back to you."
With those dark, empty words from the mouth of the one person I have ever loved, he left into the night.
It's been two days since then. I haven't left the bed. In fact I'm scared to leave. I'm afraid that he will come back and I won't be here. But I need to move because I have bled too much from two places that are dangerous, but I can't will myself to move.
I feel colder everyday and I feel the love in my eyes is starting to fade.
I can't sense anyone anymore. I can't think straight. I just stare at the white ceiling until the sun goes down and then I fall asleep.
Maybe he will come tomorrow.
Maybe he will kiss me and tell me I fucked up but it's okay.
Or maybe he will never come back, and I will just bleed out in this bed, only to join him in the after life.
Maybe he will love me then?