Not An Exact Copy [Gohan x OC]

Ch. 20

Year Two

Vegeta was dreading the day this would happen.

He didn't think it would happen anytime soon, but it did.

He had woken up in a semi-decent mood, trying to tame the reoccurring nightmares from seeing the deaths of loved ones over and over again. He would usually wake up in a sweat, then growl to himself and take a shower to rid of the evidence of another sleepless night. He didn't want his cub asking him thousands of questions. It was a good thing eyebags weren't apparent in his eyes from having worse nights before.

After taking his usual nightmare, he changed into a dark muscle t-shirt and sweatpants, wearing the usual white boots with the absent bronze tips. He made his downstairs to scourge for breakfast, spotting Bulma at the table eating breakfast, and to his surprise, Nachi had been there as well, digging into her food.

"Oh hey Vegeta!" Bulma greeted. "Grab a plate and serve yourself! There's plenty of food!"

He merely grunted in response and did as she told, pulling a carton of milk from the fridge for himself. Setting his things down, he was about to dig in when a distinct smell caught his attention.

His eyes narrowed, inhaling deeply and his whole body tensed and his face paled.

Bulma looked at him warily. "Is something wrong, Vegeta?"

He either didn't seem to hear her or didn't listen, as he quickly stood from his seat, knocking the chair back and grabbing a hold of Nachi, tossing her over his shoulder and briskly walking away from the kitchen.

"Daddy!" Nachi shrieked as she beat her fists onto his back. "W-What the hell's going on?! Let me go!"

"Vegeta!" Bulma exclaimed as she stood from her seat and followed him up the stairs, despite his pace. "What are you doing?!"

He ignored both females as he ungracefully deposited the young girl onto her own bed, then fazed out of sight.

Both females looked at each other, confused at the change of events, before Vegeta came back with several slabs of wood, nails, a hammer and a power tool.

"Uhm..." Bulma was dumbfounded that he even found those items lying around in her own home.

Vegeta swiftly carried the items outside Nachi's balcony, then proceeded to nail in the wood boards across the door, covering every inch with the wood. Not even the sun was visible anymore.

Vegeta came back to the entrance of the door, sighing deeply and set aside the extra pieces of wood outside the room, along with the tools.

"Damnit brat..." He growled as he ran a hand through his hair in a stressed manner. "Why now?!"

Nachi glared at him, affronted. "I haven't done anything! And you have yet to explain what is going on!"

Bulma crossed her arms and tapped her foot impatiently. "I would like to know as well, since you decided to manhandle your own daughter and even board the balcony!"

He sighed tiredly as he sat the edge of the bed, holding his head with his elbows on his knees. "Nachi will be going through something soon known as heat."

Bulma rose a blue brow. "Like how dogs do?"

"Essentially, yes. There's a point in a Saiyan female's life where she's now prepared to be fertile and have cubs, so her body's reaction is to find a strong male to fulfill her needs. To do that, they release strong pheromones and it drives Saiyan men crazy, and they'd immediately have the urge to mate with the female."