A Saiyan Way of Life

Title: A Saiyan Way of Life

Author: 2dragonkat

Summary: Sequel to my fic Alternate Reality. Life for the Saiyan family after Buu. Goku/Vegeta, Piccolo/Gohan, future Trunks/Goten.

Discalimer: ...sigh...yes I'll admit it, none of these characters are mine, I just hijacked them for my story. I'll give them back, I promise.

Rating: Mature for some chapters.

Overall Warnings: explicit yaoi, mpreg, angst, deviation from the DBZ plot but Uub will be present (just as a plot device), and bashing of various DBZ ladies.

AN: Epilogue is still in progress (it's so slow coming for some reason). Not much more to say really.

I hope everyone enjoys this chapter. Here's part two. You know I probably could have kept these two together but I've become picky with this fic and I want the chapters to be rather close to one another in length. All semetrical and stuff.

Warnings for this chapter: not so much a warning but I am taking quotes and scenes from the anime, so I take no credit from it at all. Really this is a rather tame chapter.


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Chapter Eight – “Let the Games Begin” Part II

Episodes 274 – 276 (US Funimation versions) aka The World Martial Arts Tournament

WC: 3,293


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“Kakarot. Tell me which one he is.”

“Nope not telling babe, you’ll find out soon enough anyway.”

Vegeta growled at the response, it was the same one he had been getting for the past few minutes every time he asked. They were both waiting for the announcer to call their names so they could draw numbers to determine who they would fight. All three of their sons had gone and picked numbers, Gohan drawing number one so he was in the first match with the steroid, ponytail junkie…well that’s what Vegeta called the man anyway.

Vegeta glanced out of the corner of his eye as his mate leaned over to talk to Majin Buu, whom was standing next to the taller Saiyan. He discreetly leaned closer to hear, knowing it probably had something to do with the fighter Goku kept talking about.

“Hey Buu. I’d like you to do me a favor. You’re going to have to use your magic. Listen I want you to change the lot numbers so I can fight this certain guy. Will you do it,” Goku asked their once enemy.

Buu gave one of his ridiculously big smiles, saying, “Ahh okay, Buu do.”

“It’s not like you to break the rules Kakarot,” Vegeta spoke up, raising an elegant eyebrow at his mate’s actions.

“I know,” Goku said, turning to look at him. “But I wanna fight this guy in the first round. That way we’ll both be at 100 and it’ll be a totally fair match.”

Vegeta couldn’t argue with that logic and he was itching to watch a good fight, not to mention participate in one. A few moments later after Goku asked Buu for the favor his name was called. Vegeta saw his mate glance at the board and told Buu to give him number 3, because it was in the only available block. He watched as Goku went up and exchanged pleasantries with the announcer who, Vegeta had been told, was around the first time Goku entered the World Martial Arts arena.

He rolled his eyes when Goku pulled out a ball from the box and it had the number 3 on it. His lover came back to stand beside them and another fighter was called. The pretty boy who had women falling over themselves for the guy’s attention. What a disgrace to the world of warriors. Vegeta leaned over, asking if this was the fighter. Goku just shook his head at his question and told Buu give this fighter the number six.

The announcer then called out for the fighter named Uub and Vegeta watched as the nervous little kid he had spotted earlier hesitantly walked up to draw his number.

This obviously wasn’t the fighter Goku was talking about.

“Okay Buu. Make this one number four. I don’t care about the rest of them.”

“Okay!”

Vegeta’s head whipped around and he stared at his mate in disbelief. “What?! You’re shitting me Kakarot. No way is that scrawny little brat as powerful as you say. He’s just a kid.”

“He’s been waiting a long time for this. Don’t be deceived by his appearance. He’s the one alright.”
“How could you possibly now that? I don’t understand Kakarot.”

“Well it’s strange. Right before I destroyed the evil form of Buu I made a request. I asked him to come back as a good person so we could fight together. Apparently King Yemma heard my request and decided to make it happen.”

“Wait. Hold on. You’re saying that this boy is Buu.”

“Yup. I’m almost certain. And there’s a pretty significant clue. Just look at his name, it’s u-u-b, that’s Buu spelled backwards. Bizarre huh? Uub is the final form of Buu reincarnated.”

“Unbelievable,” Vegeta muttered. He almost didn’t hear his name being the last one called because he was in such shock. He walked up, picking the last number, number 12, without much thought before returning to his lover’s side. What a strange turn of events.

The pairings were announced and everyone was told there would be a short break before things got started. Vegeta looked over, not quite in sympathy but something close, to his youngest son who was pitted against Majin Buu. He didn’t need to worry about Trunks or Gohan as they were both paired against weak humans, as was he. But he did have to admit that Trunks had not lucked out with a partner, because it was that flamboyant leather man who would not stop winking at them.

He watched with muted interest as the leather man walked up to Trunks and…flirted with his son. If he wasn’t so amused he might have been upset. The man kept winking and making kissing noises at Trunks saying ‘he’ll go easy on so a pretty thing as him.’ Vegeta had to snort at that…it was the other way around, without the pretty part.

Then the man had the gall to actually touch Trunks and before anyone knew what had happened the man was flying into the audience after a well placed punch, crashing into the seats with a resounding crack. Vegeta raised an eyebrow at his youngest son who stood huffing next to Trunks, fist clenched and raised in the air. Goten’s eyes were blazing fiercely and he growled quietly…obviously stating ‘stay away from my mate’ with that performance. Good for him, Vegeta thought. At least someone was taking after the prince.

His amusement faded when his own opponent decided to try and get a few shots in before their match. Vegeta tried to ignore him, telling himself that the punk did not realize he stood no chance against the prince and should just walk away.

“…Or are you just so old and ugly that you can’t hear anymore.”

Or he could piss Vegeta off so much that he got a fist in the face and a first class ticket to the infirmary and reconstructive surgery. Vegeta felt his eyebrow twitch in annoyance. He was not ugly…he was a goddamn Prince…he was not ugly…

“Tell the officials my opponent has decided to forfeit,” he remarked calmly not even looking at the man he had just knocked out.

“Man I saw that one coming,” Goku said chuckling, wrapping an arm around Vegeta’s shoulders. “Course if you hadn’t done it, I would have. He has some nerve calling you old and ugly.”

Vegeta smirked, did he detect a bit of a growl in his mate’s voice? Well it was good to know that there was someone who strongly disagreed to that punk’s statements just like himself. He kissed the bottom of Goku’s chin quickly in thanks before pulling away and walking towards the waiting area where the rest of the fighters were headed.

Vegeta found a decent wall to lean against; with a window that he could look out and watch as Gohan was called for the first fight against the big brute who didn’t know what was coming. It was of course a short match, dragged on only by the opponent spouting insults and trying to make himself look stronger than he was. Vegeta smirked as Gohan rolled his eyes at the man, and when the big man charged his son, Gohan just smashed his fist into the man’s cheek, sending the unsuspecting man into the wall. Vegeta chuckled quietly as the man collapsed, passed out, and Gohan strutted calmly back to the waiting room.

Now it’s time for the main event, Vegeta thought, glancing over to his mate. He rolled his eyes as of course the man was being painfully nice to his opponent Uub. Introducing himself and all around being much too cheerful. But that seemed to be the way the man prepared for battle, so Vegeta tried not to slap him in the head to get his mate to stop and start acting like a true Saiyan.

He watched as the two fighters walked towards out to the ring, and Vegeta repositioned himself so he was leaning against the side of the entrance into waiting area. Goten and Trunks both leaned on the divider that sat in the entrance and Gohan was leaned on the other wall across from Vegeta. They all watched with baited interest at the fight about to commence.

But Vegeta was beginning to think the real fight would never start because of how nervous the brat was. The kid was shaking like a leaf. Vegeta was sure if Goku blew hard enough he would just push the kid out of the arena. He looked to his mate, wondering what Goku was going to do to get the kid into the fight.

“I hate to do it, but this calls for drastic measures,” Vegeta heard in his head.

“What exactly do you have planned Kakarot,” he replied through their bond, smirking when his mate’s head whipped around to look at him.

Vegeta’s expression fell as Goku smirked back…a smirk that seemed much too evil to be on that face. “Something I learned from you and many others,” Goku replied, turning back to face his opponent. Vegeta raised an eyebrow at that statement, curious to what his mate had planned.

“Hey kid, your diaper’s dirty, I can smell it from here.”

What…?

“Oh and drop the goodie goodie act, you stinky village rat.”

What is he doing…?

“And I’m gonna finish that haircut for you, you half pint beauty school reject.”

He’s not doing what I think he’s doing…

“Oh, uh…oh yeah…”

Very smooth Kakarot…

“You’re plain ugly too.”

He calls that an insult…

“Yeah that’s it. And that’s not surprising considering what the rest of your family looks like, is it? Uh Mohawk boy.”

He learned this from me…?

“Your mother’s so fat that cows moo at her.”

I have much more class than that…how dare he compare my witty, amazing insults to this trash he’s flinging.

Vegeta glared, watching as Uub was finally responding to the lame attempts at provoking insult his baka of a mate was throwing. He slapped his forehead when Goku turned around and patted his back side, another lame attempt at insult. He glanced at Uub, seeing the boy’s fury. He supposed it took some dimwitted kid to be provoked by those atrocious lines spewed out by another dimwit.

“What’s dad’s deal? I’ve never seen him act this way before,” Trunks said.

“Yeah. I don’t know,” Goten replied. Vegeta did, but he wasn’t going to tell his boys his mate was trying to be like the prince of all Saiyans…and was failing miserably at it

“Your dad is a bed wetter,” Vegeta heard Goku cry as he lunged at Uub, kicking the boy in the jaw

He and Goku have been bonded for several years now…you would think his princely wit would have started rubbing off on his talent less mate. Vegeta rubbed his temples, sighing in frustration.

But his frustration disappeared as he felt a great power well up from inside Uub. The kid was powering up…and it seemed this kid was a force to be reckoned with. Uub yelled back at Goku, basically telling the man everything he said was wrong. Vegeta shifted so he could see the fight better…things were now going to get interesting…now that the battle from ten years ago was about to be continued.

Vegeta smirked at the loud bang that resounded from the impact of Uub’s leg with Goku’s arm. The kid sure could pack a punch. He snorted in annoyance as Goku let his guard down, the man obviously surprised by the twitching of his muscles after the attack. He went sailing across the ring after Uub attacked again.

“This is really exciting,” Vegeta heard his mate remark as he pulled himself up from the blow.

Of course it is, Vegeta thought, watching as Goku dodged Uub’s next attack. A fight with any strong opponent is trilling for all Saiyans.

As the fighting continued Vegeta started to realize that while the kid did have the raw power of any great fighter, he had no control. It was obvious from his attacks that he had no formal training, no way to properly harness the amazing potential he had. The kid may be the reincarnation of Majin Buu but he was no match for Goku. Not at the level he was at right now.

“Very good, but you can do much better,” Goku said and the fight continued.

Slowly their pace increased with the punches and kicks coming faster. Vegeta smirked at his mate’s technique. It was the same he used when Trunks and Goten were growing up, the technique of guiding a younger fighter, teaching them the ways of combat. Goku wasn’t attacking to win; he was attacking to teach Uub a thing or two about fighting. And it seemed Uub was a quick learner because soon he was more easily blocking Goku’s attacks and delivering a few of his own.

The ground shook as the two fighters connected in a stalemate in the middle of the ring. Vegeta leaned forward, the power these two were giving off was overwhelming…he felt like he was back on that planet ten years ago, watching as Goku and the final form of Buu faced off in the match that would decide the fate of the universe. Energy crackled around the fighters locked together. Vegeta felt a growl bubble up in his throat, but did not release it…he wanted to go out there and join them, fight with the two strongest warriors in the world. The Saiyan in the prince called for it but he held back…this was Goku’s fight right now.

Suddenly, Uub managed to grab Goku by the legs and started swinging the man around like a rag doll, tossing him into the air before following and landing the perfect blow to send Goku sailing into the ground. Vegeta heard people in the crowd gasping, obviously believing that there was no way Goku was getting up after that attack. Vegeta just smirked at the cloud of dust rising. His mate was far from done in this fight.

After Goku blasted out of the rubble the pace of the fight picked up once more. Vegeta could admit he was somewhat impressed with this kid…he reminded him of his sons when they were young. Uub was strong and eager, fighting with his heart. He glanced over at his three boys who all watched the fight with eager grins, loving it just as much as their parents were.

But just as soon as the fight was starting again it was over. Goku caught Uub from falling out of the ring and then apologized to the boy for insulting him and his family. Vegeta snorted, he deserved an apology as well…comparing his own talents at banter to that weak excuse his mate executed before. The prince decided he’ll deal with that later. He leaned forward a bit, trying to hear more of the conversation from the two fighters.

“Okay I’ve decided. I’m going to come live with you in your village and teach you the art of fighting. How does that sound. You’ll get a lot stronger. Besides I need someone who I know can take care of this planet if anything happens to me,” he heard Goku say.

Hell no…

“Why yes of course. But…I come from a poor family and I spend most of my days working with my father. Sports are for fun Goku, there’s no time for that,” Uub replied.

Unbelievable…

“Oh I see. Well we’ll just have to find a sponsor for you…hmm let me think…I do know someone very close to me who has saved up a lot of money over the years,” Goku said.

He couldn’t possibly mean…

“Over my dead body Kakarot,” Vegeta shouted, coming towards the arena. “No fucking way.”

Goku had the decency to blush and sheepishly look over at him, trying to pin the prince with his puppy dog eyes. “Come on Vegeta,” Goku begged.

“You are not going to leave me behind to go train some kid. He either comes to stays with us or you don’t train him at all Kakarot. You are not going to be leaving me now.”

“It’s not like it’s permanent, I’ll only be gone a few years…”

“NO!”

“…but what about Uub’s village.”

“I’ll give them all the money they need. I’ll even get some from the Briefs if I have to. And the kid can visit his family whenever but you are staying home with me. Understood?”

“…Vegeta…”

“Have I made myself clear Kakarot?”

“Yes…”

“Good,” Vegeta huffed and stalked away, ignoring the inquiring glances of his sons as he walked back to the waiting area, needing to be alone to cool down.

He understood Goku’s desire to train the kid, he felt it to. But he needed his mate around…because Vegeta was planning to do something soon that would require having his lover around to help and support him. They’ll train the kid…but they won’t be living halfway across the world to do so.

He vaguely heard Uub behind him ask Goku, “Who was that?”

“Oh him,” Goku replied with a chuckle. “Well he’ll be your sponsor, and another teacher for you I’m sure. He’s also my mate. Don’t let him scare you. He may have a temper but underneath it all he’s the most beautiful person I’ve ever met, not to mention one of the strongest.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

Vegeta felt a reluctant flush stain his cheeks and he ducked down a hallway so no one would see. He was always a little caught off guard when his mate complimented him like that…it always made Vegeta feel like the prince he was.

Vegeta heard later from his sons that Goku made a big show of blasting out of the stadium with Uub on his back. His sons were told to tell him that Goku was taking Uub to his island to explain the situation and to collect some gear for the boy. Vegeta nodded, deciding he would get some of the vast amounts of money he had collected over the years and make his first deposit to the island after the tournament.

He himself had of course made it to the final round with Buu, since he had been training with Goku for the past ten years he was more powerful than he ever imagined he would be. He managed to, after several intense minutes of fighting, to knock Buu out of the ring, sending him to the final round with Hercule.

Vegeta had never felt so smug in his life.

The man was shaking in his boots when Vegeta entered the ring, about to pass out from fear. Vegeta was half tempted to just swat the man out of the ring and be done with it but decided differently. He would follow the wonderful standard one of his closest friends set…make a deal and win more money. And he could give all that money to Uub’s village, so he could keep his mate at home where he belonged.

It went down like he planned. He terrified the man for a few minutes, adoring watching the ‘world champ’ whimpering like a baby. Then he made the deal, telling the man to give him five times the prize money to throw the fight. The punch the man used to ‘knock’ Vegeta out of the ring didn’t even tickle, but the prince made a show, and fell out of the ring.

But as he left he gave one of his patented death glares to the man, laughing mentally at the way the man’s face dropped in fear and he stiffly turned away before anyone noticed he had nearly wet himself.

Vegeta loved terrifying a weakling like the champ…it was just so damn entertaining.


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Review, review, review please.

I know not much happened in these chapters, I'm sorry. But I kinda want Uub around so I needed a way to bring him in. Next chapter is also a two parter. There is also a chance I might rewrite a couple future chapter or add some stuff, because of ideas I've had but I'm not sure. I'll let ya'll know if that happens.

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