The Saiyan Bond

Yamchas' Day

Yamcha POV

Oh boy, lately all I can do that actually seems helpful is to just take care of Bulma and help prepare meals for everyone. And it's not like I don't feel uncomfortable around everyone screwing and making out, but I definitely feel uncomfortable. I'd rather it was back to the old days, just me and Bulma running around and doing all those crazy things, saving lives and goofing around. Now, everything is suffocated, stuffy, and unpredictable. Everything is happening so fast, and I'm still just getting used to the fact that half of the men I know are all gay and able to reproduce. I feel like if I were to start thinking about this whole Beerus thing, I would pass out. Bless Bulma for being so calm and kind even like she is now. I love her with all my heart and I can't help but smile every time I lay my eyes on her. Funny, she's actually been the only one who is perfectly calm in all of this. My footsteps are practically booming against the marble floor, I begin to wonder if hearing my body trembling would be just as audible.

I've never taken a big step like this before, and I feel that I'm the most insignificant person on this other world planet, unfortunately it might be true, but I grit my teeth and bare with it. I've always been the weakest of this crowd, and yet I have always put my best effort in being who I am. I spent all of my life trying to become stronger, but there is only so much that a mere human can do.

A soft knock, no- a loud knock should be the appropriate approach. My hand raises and just as I'm about to touch my knuckles to the wood, it opens.

"O-Oh um- ahem. Excuse me, sir. May I have a word with you?"

Mr. Whis raises a brow at me and nods, stepping into the room and gesturing for me to follow him. I hesitate with a gulp and follow.

Deep breaths, Yamcha, deep breaths

"You may sit here" He points to a couple stools surrounding a small table and I place my self on one carefully. The chair creaks loudly and I whip my head toward Whis who rolls his eyes and soon seats himself across the table as well.

"What is it you wish to speak of?"

I run my hand across the top of my head, slicking my hair back slightly.

"Well, you might have already noticed, but my wife, Bulma is pregnant, and I'm just worried about her safety is all. I feel that this atmosphere with all the fighters and such a big castle is too much for her. Considering its size, if something were to happen to her in the castle and none of us knew of said issue, there would be a large possibility that it can end in serious injury. I just refuse to risk that, so I came to ask if there is a smaller, safer place that Bulma and I could live in for the time being?"

When I look up, I meet Whis' eyes and he for once he looks like he has true concern for me.

"Well, yes that is well thought out and extremely possible. Fortunately for you, there are multiple empty forms of housing on this planet. I can set you up in one of the small farmhouses. Is that alright?"

I nod and wring my hands slightly.

"One other question for you Yamcha."

I look up, worried.

"Would the saiyan mating season have anything to do with your worries?"

"W-What?"

"Well, you see, I had my doubts at first but once I looked into it, I saw that there is still a small amount of the Saiyan mating season left for this year, and my other concern is the possibility of one of the Saiyans becoming pregnant throughout training or fighting. It may divert their priorities and thought process."