"It really did me good," a voice broke through Goku's thoughts.
He turned to see Bulma stepping out of the bathroom, letting out a relieved sigh as she sat next to him on the bed.
She had taken the opportunity to bandage the cut on her hand, applying some hydrogen peroxide to speed up healing. Now, with a quiet moment between them, they both gazed out the window at the dark, endless sky.
"What a beautiful night…" Bulma whispered with a soft smile. Absentmindedly, she placed her hand on Goku's.
"When I was a kid, I never got to see nights like this," Goku said, returning her smile. "My grandpa wouldn't let me go outside on full moon nights. I never understood why."
Bulma quickly pulled her hand away, her smile turning nervous. A shiver ran down her spine as she recalled what had happened at Pilaf's palace… and later, during Goku's fight with Jackie Chun.
He transformed into a giant ape when he looked at the full moon—just like those old werewolf legends.
She swallowed. Good thing he doesn't have his tail anymore… I can't imagine what would happen if he transformed at a time like this.
Her mind briefly drifted to her unborn child. If she was born with a tail, they'd have to remove it immediately. That was the most logical solution.
Pup~
Pup~
Bulma and Goku both widened their eyes at the strange sound. Goku raised an eyebrow, realizing it was coming from Bulma's stomach.
"I think you're hungry, Bulma," he said with a grin. "We should eat."
"No, it's not that," Bulma chuckled, placing her hand on her belly and gently rubbing it. "It's the baby… she's kicking."
Goku blinked in confusion. "Huh?"
In her twentieth week of pregnancy, Bulma had started feeling the baby's movements. But this kick was stronger than any before.
"Really? But babies don't fight, Bulma," Goku said, scratching the back of his neck. He thought back to the children's movie they'd watched together a few months ago—something about a company run by babies. He never finished it, though… he fell asleep halfway through.
Bulma stifled a laugh. "W-well, no, babies don't fight. But it's normal for them to move and kick while they're growing inside their mother."
She then motioned for Goku to come closer. "Put your ear here—you can feel it."
Goku hesitated for a second before leaning in, resting his ear gently against Bulma's stomach.
Thump.
His eyes widened. "Oh…" He froze for a moment. Then, his face broke into an expression of pure amazement. "I-it's moving… that's incredible!"
Bulma smiled warmly. She could hear the sincerity in his voice. He was genuinely excited.
"Yeah, Goku… she's kicking. I think she's just like you in that aspect," she teased, laughing softly as she ran her fingers through his wild hair.
Goku closed his eyes, listening intently. He didn't understand why, but… his chest felt warm—full, like something was swelling inside him.
Happiness.
"I understand you, Goku," Bulma thought, her heart swelling with the same joy. I feel the same way… and there's no one I'd rather share this moment with than you.
"You should talk to her," Bulma suggested. "That way, she'll get used to your voice."
Goku hesitated, rubbing the back of his head. "Huh? Talk to her?"
"Come on, Goku. Just try it," she encouraged with a smile.
He took a deep breath, leaning in closer. "Uh… hey, daughter! I'm your dad. My name's Son Goku… Erm, I'm really hungry."
Bulma's eye twitched. A large vein popped on her forehead.
"Seriously, Goku?!" she snapped, making him flinch. "That's what you say to your unborn daughter?! That you're hungry?!"
"But I am hungry!" Goku protested, backing away slightly. "Besides, you said I could say anything!"
"Something nice, considering this is the first time you're talking to her!" Bulma huffed, rubbing her temples.
"Okay, okay, I'll try again," Goku said sheepishly.
He leaned in once more, his voice soft and earnest this time. "Hello… I'm your father, Goku. Right now, I'm really happy and excited. Bulma and I can't wait to meet you in three months. Thanks to your mom, I've learned a lot about taking care of you—how to change diapers, how to make bottles, even how to hold you properly. I promise I'll protect both of you… and I hope that when you arrive, you won't eat all my food!"
Bulma was stunned.
He had put so much effort into saying those words. They were raw, genuine—a reflection of his deepest feelings.
Goku is learning how to express himself better… but still…
"Now it's your turn, Bulma," Goku said, pulling her out of her thoughts. "You should talk to her too."
"Oh, right…" Bulma murmured, thinking for a moment. She placed a gentle hand over her belly and spoke softly.
"Well… I guess you already know me better than anyone, since you're inside me," she began. "But I want you to know that we're so happy you're here. You've changed our lives and brought us closer than ever. Your father and I will do everything we can to give you the best life possible. Nothing—absolutely nothing—will separate us. The three of us… we'll be an unbreakable family."
She reached out, taking Goku's hand.
Goku's mind replayed her words.
Love… a family…
It was a strange concept for him—one he had never really considered before. And yet, the warmth in his chest grew even stronger.
Bulma suddenly grinned. "You know, Goku, with your voice, you could sing lullabies to the baby."
Goku tilted his head. "Huh?"
Bulma giggled. "I mean, your voice is really nice. I think she'd love to hear you sing."
Goku didn't answer. He seemed deep in thought.
Bulma frowned. "Goku?"
Still no response.
A tick mark formed on her forehead.
WHACK!
"Ayayaya! That hurt, Bulma!" Goku whined, holding his head. "Why'd you hit me?!"
Bulma tried to keep a straight face, but the expression on his face was just too funny.
She burst into laughter.
Her giggles echoed through Capsule Corporation as Goku pouted, rubbing his sore head.