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Gone	By : TristaML Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 10329 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Tenth Chapter

He touched down in the domain of his father’s choice, nothing at all around them but the dark night sky with its brilliant stars. Gohan took his time in finding his voice for the evening, standing there amongst the light mist for a few minutes in silence. There was much to consider and there was not exactly a right moment to come forth with anything in particular. His father knew he was there of course but he either wasn’t bothered by him, or he wasn’t too interested in talking. Gohan didn’t come all this way, which he normally wouldn’t have, for nothing, and insisted upon starting a conversation.

                “They've speeded up,” Gohan opened up, almost as a question to his father. First things first, he had to make sure that he wasn’t imagining things. After all, that would be such an extraordinary feat, and just what he wanted. He'd never felt like he had to wait to so long for something in his life.

“You’re right,” Goku responded calmly, his eyes were shut and he was standing in perfect balance, his core completely solid. He was surprised his son came to talk to him but pleased and curious and he said, “I sensed it, too.”

“Why do you think they’re in such a hurry to get here? Do you think they know about us?” Gohan was looking off into space, no less enthused about their arrival than he had been for months now.

“It’s possible,” Goku nodded. In fact, he was almost certain of it. He told his handsome son, “I wouldn’t be too eager for their arrival. There was something so strange about the whole thing,   he wasn’t sure what to make of it, and didn’t want Gohan to get carried away, not that he had any clues as to Gohan’s thoughts anymore, or any right to rule them.

“What’s the difference?” Gohan looked at his father unapologetically and said, “I can’t help it.”

Goku nodded again, never opening his eyes. He didn’t have the right to tell his son how to feel, especially since he was feeling much the same. Just fatherly advice, not that he was that much older than him. Fifteen years is trifle compared to most.

“Have you told Krillin or Yamucha?” Gohan piped up again, unwilling to let the conversation die.

“I wasn’t planning on getting them involved. They’ve got their own lives now,” Goku said, finally opening his eyes which fell briefly upon his sons well-made form before looking away and letting them focus up into the sparkling sky where Gohan had been staring, the same direction of travel of those beings. They both knew what he really meant, that he didn’t think they’d be of much use if there was an actual battle to be had. There was no point in causing panic and dealing with the frustrating comments of people who were little to no help in the circumstances..

                 Gohan nodded this time but Goku wasn’t looking at him to notice it. The son asked his father another question, “How long now?”

                “Less than a week,” Goku stated assuredly. He could feel the hairs of his tail standing on end and he knew it wasn’t just because of their combined eagerness, either.

                 Goku was losing his focus and he wasn’t proud to admit it. He could sense his son’s interests in talking to him more, and he welcomed the change, however, it was hard to be around Gohan recently and it had little to do with the damper in their once perfect relationship. There are things that stir his blood, perhaps a subtle aftermath to the changes within his body, and he didn’t know what to call it, but he couldn’t ignore it, and he knew that Gohan must be feeling it, too. He imagined it was part of the reason the young man came all the way out here to see him, when he hadn’t been previously interested. He also thought that maybe it was part of the reason Gohan had been so bent on their separation in the first place.

Hell, he knew what the problem was. He could smell Gohan’s thick, arousing scent, which was so strong lately it gace him a head rush for the first few minutes of being around the young man each time he saw him. Goku knew, somehow, that Gohan was close to his transformation, and he wondered what he was going to do about it when the time came. He wanted to know if Gohan had any clues to what was going on inside of him, and he would like to talk to him about it, but he didn’t even know what it was called. Gohan was going to eventually get his tail back and he was going to need… a partner. It couldn’t be him- could it?

No! No…? And at the very same time, there was a resounding "yes!" inside of him. His mind was getting cloudier the closer Gohan got, and the longer he stayed, and he couldn’t be sure that no was an actual answer after all.

He wanted to shake his head to rid himself of these hormones and he thought about another possibility: Trunks. But not Trunks… He’s too youn, isn’t he? Vegeta didn’t seem to think so. What would Vegeta think if he turned over his only son to Gohan?

These problems are confusing. Things like this had never been his forte and to try to sort through them alone seemed impossible, especially with Gohan right in front of him.

He silently cursed Vegeta. He’d always felt comfortable with himself in every sense of the manner before, at least, he was comfortable with his Earth side, but this was no experimental phase, it was a learning phase, that is to say it is a very permanent thing, and he felt very unsure about how to proceed. He wanted to ask Gohan if he could tell anything was going on but how? He was still sorting out all of the thoughts that had run through his mind during his days under the influence.

He could still remember the intensity beating within his heart, the white noise that drowned out anything else in his ears, the blood that pumped so strongly it literally moved him from the inside out, and all it took was one glance in Trunks direction to begin its course, one whiff of the heady scent of another Saiyan. He didn’t even want to think of the influence the elder prince had on him. Escaping it was futile and the inevitability was all the more welcome as moments slipped by.

                He should have asked Vegeta a few more questions about that whole process before the man bolted but he was so caught up in simply being with Vegeta it never occurred to him. Maybe he should have just admitted how self-conscious he was and then Vegeta could have just explained the whole thing to him right then and there.

                Maybe Vegeta didn’t know, otherwise he would have told him, at least that’s what Goku liked to think.

Just to be able to make more sense of his feelings and for his judgment to be clear- to know which things were his personal desires and which were biologically inclined- would be such a huge help. He didn’t know what to expect of Gohan’s alteration, or who to turn to fr further help. It wasn’t very often that he found himself in need of advice, yet here he was, yearning for it, and there is no one to ask.

                “Dad,” Gohan spoke gently to him, finding it a little difficult to speak as his eyes focused on his father’s. He waited for Goku to return his gaze and watched closely as his dad’s lips parted slightly, “Is it just me or does their ki signature seem familiar?”

Goku had similar thoughts and he wasn’t going to lie to his son, “I don’t think we’ve ever met them before but yes, Gohan, there does seem to be something familiar about them.”

                Both father and son didn’t know what to think about that. Goku was impressed that Gohan could even notice a thing so subtle. He’d always thought his human side had the tendency to overrule his natural Saiyan instincts.

What did Goku know about Saiyan instincts, anyway? He felt his body heat rising and he wished he could control it somehow but a part of him enjoyed the sensitivity it wrought just beneath his skin. He enjoyed his son’s scent and he didn’t mind the imaged he was getting just behind the lids of his eyes.

This was not good. In fact, this was dangerous territory.

Gohan knew something was up with his father but he was uncertain of how to proceed. He’d come here on matters of his own. Should he just outright ask him what’s wrong? He didn’t think anything was the matter with him, so that wouldn’t be the proper question to ask. His thoughts were flying around in his head and he couldn’t get them in any order, and he couldn’t focus or stay on track to any particular topic.

He had a lot of things on his mind, like questions about the transformation Goku had gone through and about Vegeta and also about the creatures that were on their way, but he couldn’t even gather the words together to form a coherent sentence at the moment. His nody was churning from the inside out. His palms were slightly sweaty, nit he couldn’t place the blame on anything other than the nervousness he got at coming to stand by his father after he’d ignored him for so long. He is the strongest being in the universe to their knowledge. He could only be grateful the man wasn’t asking him to leave. Goku was never one to make Gohan do something he didn’t want to anyways. Gohan had always felt a calmness from him father, a similar kind to what he felt when he was around Vegeta, as though he knew their intentions were not in the note of harm to him. Still that very feeling could turn to a quiver that bursts through you, causing him to wonder about “Saiyans” at times.

He cursed Vegeta for not staying if only to help him with matters like these! Gohan figured he was just feeling a little insecure because he knew there was something going on within him but he wasn’t sure what to expect. How was he supposed to tell his father that his body was screaming to grope and to devour and to fuck. Not just to perform the act, but to make it happen without ceasing and to relish in every moment of it.

He had to get away from Videl, she wasn’t strong enough to deal with this level of Gohan’s particular fire. In all honestly he had to get away from Capsule Corp., too because Trunks was driving him insane. He smelled incredible and the fourteen year old was practically crawling into his lap every time he came over. Trunks was not bashful when it came to his approach on Gohan though Gohan doubted the kid fully understood where he was taking his imagination or to the depths which Gohan truly would take him once he succumbed to the opportunity. He was curious to know when he’d started to arouse the interests of the young man. At the rate things were going, what with Trunks’ blatant willingness to oblige to Gohan’s every whim and demand and his eagerness for more, it won’t be long before he loses all control and puts Trunks right into position.

Was he expecting to tell his father all of that? What was he thinking coming out here, anyways? It was the only thing he could think of that seemed like safe alternative to everything else. He knew that he could fight it off for a little while longer, but his desires seek to consume him, and eventually he knew he would give in.

Vegeta had warned him, but he didn’t think it would be so soon. Why hadn’t Vegeta stayed? That would have solved all of his problems. He knew that the Prince would not deny him in his time of need and damn it if he wasn’t in great need.

Goku, sensing Gohan’s troubles, spoke his son’s name very slowly unintentionally filling it with unbridled longing. He didn’t know why his voice had been so filled with lust, but it was unmistakable and he couldn’t just take it back or repeat him name again without it. “Son,” he decided to switch it up but his tactics weren’t working. Gohan moved forward, beckoned by his father’s call, he closed the gap between them, stopping only a foot away.

“Father,” Gohan’s answered, uneasiness throwing him off. He hated his earth side which he blamed for all of his iniquities (Why not blame the alien side?). “I need to talk to you, he told him, glad for once that his dad chose such obscure places to spend the majority of his time.

                There was something forming in Goku’s throat. He hadn’t done anything yet. Goku nodded and refrained from gulping, intent of letting his ears do the work his body was secretly intending on.

“You’re not afraid of what’s coming this time,” Gohan said as he was very intently studying his father’s figure, from his strong arms and trim waistline up to his sensuous neck and perfect face, he added, “I can tell,” as he focused on his eyes. "He reached out a hand and placed it on his father’s shoulder, the safest place he could think of, still it was contact, and it was delicious.

Goku didn’t respond, a little upset that once again he failed to cover up his thoughts on the matter at hand. He had once been so good at hiding everything, what happened?

Gohan’s thoughts were still everywhere at once, nothing was coming to him with grace, which was what he desperately wanted at the moment. As if right on cue, his hand moved from his father’s shoulder to spread his fingers across his chest, feeling the strength that was so visible and enjoyably tangible. He knew Goku could destroy him in an instant yet that was kind of what was so alluring about him. He wanted to get a grip, but he was losing all clearance.

Goku didn’t know what to say to his beloved son. He was a little confused at the direction of the conversation. The words spoken rang truth, but what of them? All he could pay any attention to was the warmth that was being asserted atop his heart and the intensity that kindled there.

                Gohan continued to move his hand across his father’s broad muscles, all the while becoming nothing but angry. Vegeta had desired his father over him and Goku just let him leave. Gohan would have never made the same mistake. His body flared up and he clenched his fist around his father’s shirt in such a grip it pulled him down slightly.

Goku’s eyes narrowed quickly and he glared at his son while his son glared back.

Before anything else could register, Goku’s line of sight changed, pain rang clear, and a *SLAP* was heard in the air. Gohan had raised his left hand and caught his Dad square in the face with an open palm. There was shock on Goku’s blistering face (that actually stung!) before it turned to rage and he returned his gaze upon his son.

Gohan should have been quivering before Goku but he was too far gone to bring the emotion to the surface. He found his voice, low tones and biting sounds as he to him, “You made Vegeta go.”



Goku ripped Gohan’s hand off of his shirt and had his knees buckling just as Gohan finished his sentence. He held him in a tight grip, causing him to kneel before him as he growled out his response, “I never told him to go.” He crushed Gohan’s hand and the younger man howled out, tossing his head back as Goku squeezed, breaking some bones.



Something about the way his son exposed his neck as he cried out in pain made him want to bite, but he knew that wasn’t a good idea. Instead he threw his son to the ground and encircled him twice before settling down beside him on the ground. “Did you come here to get abused?” Goku asked uncharacteristically.

                Gohan stubborn as ever, sat up holding his numb fist and answered, “Why didn’t you stop him?”

Goku wanted to holler out in dissatisfaction at being questioned. He had been questioning himself enough already and he didn’t need somebody else adding onto it for him. He remained composed however, getting onto his knees at his son’s side, he leaned over him, putting his left hand over his son’s body and placing it on the ground next to his head, catching him underneath his larger frame. “What is it to you?” Goku asked as he lurked over him, finishing crawling over him, and effectively capturing him.

                Gohan’s breath rose with every moment, his chest heaving as he looked his father up and down, excited. “I love him,” he boldly answered and did not let his father’s gaze go. He wasn’t sure if that was the right thing to say but he knew that it was true. Maybe he wasn’t as in love with his sire as he had once thought, but he loved him all the same. He could tell his father’s eyes were becoming more dead set as the moments passed and he only wondered what the man could be thinking, planning. He was practically panting as his father drew closer, pressing his body into the ground, Goku’s eyes watching everything.

Goku tried to gauge any change in expression within Gohan. He was convinced of Gohan’s purity at one point in time but now he couldn’t be so sure. Had Vegeta and Gohan been together? Why did it matter whether or not Gohan had been taken? But for some reason it did.He knew Gohan was not a virgin in the classical sense, he had a wonderful little girl, after all, but had anyone been inside of him? For some reason Goku was dying to now, absolutely needed to know. Had Vegeta made Gohan scream in elation just as he had done to him?

Goku saw his father’s face as it fell deep into his own thoughts and could only imagine what was catching him by the tail, so to speak. As he met his father’s gaze, which was without for quite some time, he managed his voice once again, “You,” it came out quietly, “I’m so jealous.”

                Goku’s eyebrow rose and he leaned in closer to his son and sniffed his neck, causing the young man to hitch his breath. Goku could tell, by the effects of his proximity and a little more attention to detail, just as he had formerly suspected Gohan had never been touched by another man. Not even by Vegeta.

Why not?

Goku’s tongue darted out across his neck lapping up some of the thin sheen of sweat that formed there. It was incredible, he took a longer swipe at the salty flesh and it settled his temptations. He wasn’t interested in being bested by his own son, bu he wasn’t interested in breaking him either.

He knew that was the very same reason Vegeta refused him. For other particular reasons of his own as well, Goku assumed, Gohan’s youth had never been a desire of his prince’s. If Gohan had been more experienced he suspected Vegeta would not have hesitated to fulfill him.

What oddity.

Goku licked again at the soft skin between his neck and shoulders and made his way up to his ear and then underneath his chin, across to the other side to taste it all the same. He could at least play around with him a little bit while they were both here.

Gohan felt his entire body shivering, beginning with his neck and broadening across his chest to his arms, down his abdomen and through to his groin and on, reaching all the rest of his skin. He enjoyed the tingle that ran through him at an explosive pace and a gentle moan that excaped him, his eyes caught nothing but the glory of the stars.

                “You should learn to control your anger a little better, son,” Goku whispered into Gohan’s ear. He brought his head back so that he could look into his eyes and was glad to see there was some amount of fear within them. He went back down, connecting his lips this time with Gohan’s, forcing his tongue inside the young man’s warm mouth. Gohan’s eyes went wide for a few moments, unable to breathe and unable to think, they eventually came to a concentrated close when it became clear Goku wasn’t going to break the kiss. Soft, muffled noises came from the corner of Gohan’s lips and he struggled to move as Goku’s body weight held him in place on the ground.

When Goku pulled back he watched his son flinch just before he spoke and smirked, saying, “I think I’m going to need to teach you a lesson.” He pushed off the ground and stood up, pulling Gohan onto his knees with a firm palm on the back of his head. Gohan struggled to get up with one useless hand and Goku’s tight grip insisting upon him. Goku’s hand moved around from Gohan’s hair to his face and he tilted his chin up so that he was looking at him. “You need to learn,” he started, untying his sash and letting his pants fall to his ankles, “When and how to properly use that mouth of yours.”

Oh but I have, Gohan thought as he looked upon his father’s hard on. It was no less big and beautiful than Vegeta’s, and he silently wondered why he didn’t mind the idea of sucking on the jutting member before him, being that it was his father’s. He couldn’t seem to catch his breath, even with the short break he was being given, as he beheld every curve, the precum beading at the tip- he curiously peeked at the balls that were underneath the shaft-he waited for permission.

Goku quirked another brow at his son’s rather odd interest, not that he minded the attention. Goku’s tail wrapped quickly around Gohan’s neck, causing the young man to grab at it, his eyes closing and his face contorting in pain. “Well, open you’re mouth.”

Gohan’s lips had already fallen apart and he stuck his tongue out, darting it forward to reach the rock hard flesh before him. His eager comply turned Goku on and he wondered once more about his son. Perhaps Vegeta did have some fun with him after all. He certainly wasn’t acting like he didn’t know what to do or even like he was embarrassed by it.

Goku hadn’t noticed his tail was wrapping tighter around Gohan’s neck until the other stopped test-tasting. He loosened up his bind , a little apologetically, and bent down, taking Gohan’s faulty hand in his. A ki wave warmed the fingers and palm down to the bone and Gohan began to feel his strength and movement returning to him. The moment his father let go Gohan grabbed onto the length in front of him and opened up wide, putting it deep into his moist mouth as sucking gently. He tugged on the enlarged rod with his mouth rather eagerly.

                Goku was so taken back and aroused he allowed Gohan to do as he pleased and watched as his son bobbed his head back and forth for a few enjoyable minutes, swirling his tongue around it and wetting the first few inches, tasting and taking it slow. He felt Gohan moan against him, sending little vibrations while he squeezed and pumped the base. He removed the penis from his mouth, lifting it up and to the side so that he could go underneath and suck one of Goku’s balls into his mouth.

“Hmm,” Goku mused, his hands on his hips as he watched Gohan work his mouth around the other one, switching between the two before attempting to pull them both inside. Vegeta must have allowed Gohan the pleasure of getting him off. Goku couldn’t help but wonder if Vegeta had asked his son or if Gohan insisted upon it. It seemed to him that his eldest has a thing for dick- that much was becoming clear. He wouldn’t at all be surprised if Gohan had initiated any contact he’s ever had with Vegeta. He wasn’t sure what to think about this and he would admit a part of him was a little angry. That’s why he’d subconsciously wound his tail so tightly around Gohan’s neck. How long had this been going on between the two? Vegeta never mentioned it.

But Vegeta still left, which meant that he didn’t return his son’s love, otherwise he could have gotten it whenever he wanted.

"Gn, Gohan!" Goku gasped as his son stopped fussing over his sac and suddenly attempted to take him all the way into his mouth, miffed sounds coming from his clenching throat as he tried to deep throat his father. His hands were on Goku’s ass, pressing him forward, and he refused to allow himself the chance at air until he’d gotten the entire length inside. Gohan's eyes were focused before coming to a close as his nose brushed with the short hairs above Goku's thick cock. He released it torturously slow, watching it throb as he regained his stature, licking the tip playfully, his breath rolling onto it gently.

This was exactly what Gohan needed right now. He’d been so frustrated recently; a needy, masculine man to use himself on would do some good. He closed his eyes again as he went for it, knowing now just how far down it was going to have to go to take it all in. His own hard on was becoming unbearable, but he didn’t know how his father would react to having it pulled out in front of him. He was supposed to be being punished after all. He took the dick inside of his mouth once more, enjoying the feel of it immensely.

                As he sucked Goku further inside of his throat he couldn’t help but think of Vegeta. Why, the prince would have been a little less complacent with him, shoving himself inside of his mouth without a second’s notice. He breathed in and out through his nose, still working the member further inside, playing with his father’s ball, rolling them between his fingers, massaging them inside of his hand.

Goku’s tail rewrapped itself around Gohan’s neck again and Gohan squeaked in surprise, but was not allowed to pull back. So much for Vegeta’s demands; his father wasn’t going to give him the opportunity to breathe either. A loving hand came to rest on the back of Gohan’s head and he looked up into Goku’s eyes.

                "Don' t you dare imagine I’m the prince,” Goku’s normally high voice was very low like it is when he’s in the heat of battle and Gohan’s eyes went wide. His throat opened up deeper, allowing Goku all the way inside of him once more. Goku’s eyes narrowed at him and Gohan shook his head (as much as he could) in the negative to let him know he wouldn’t do such a thing. He concentrated on his task.

He let up on the solidity inside of his mouth just a little bit and then pressed it all the way back down again, feeling the fit become a little easier on him, drool left his mouth and he let out a long moan. There was something in the way Goku called Vegeta “The Prince.” He hadn’t heard him mention his name in all this time, and he’d never heard him refer to Vegeta by his royal name, it threw him completely off guard. He wanted to get his father off and wondered how he figured out he’d done the same for Vegeta. More over, he did not want to let Goku think about other things as he pleasured him. As he began to pull back and push forward he couln’t help but become more engrossed in his actions.

He continued to suck his father’s dick, finally setting up a pace he could handle. He pulled back and sucked it in over and over. Goku could tell he was gaining speed, his efforts were not going unnoticed. His Dad refused to release the grip his tail had on his neck, which made things a little more difficult, but Gohan’s body needed the challenge. His hands went back around to grabbing Goku’s taut ass, shoving his throbbing member deep inside of his mouth with every passing moment.

                Goku watched as Gohan’s brow rose upward and he could tell his excitement was mounting by the small needy noises that were escaping him. Slut, Goku thought smiling, but it turned him on all the more. He wondered what Vegeta’s mouth would have been like covering his dick, and he wondered if Gohan knew the answer to that question. He would ask him right here and now, but it felt too good to stop him, and he didn’t want to risk Gohan halting, his completion was so close. He had to readjust his tail frequently just to make sure Gohan could still breathe when necessary as to not cause him to pass out.

The young man was looking up at Goku most consistently now, checking on his progress, and Goku let out low approving moans in return, nodding his head once or twice. His father’s lips were wet and slightly parted and his focus was intent on watching him until his release. Goku otherwise let Gohan be to handle him as he pleased, allow him to latch onto his legs, or fist his erection, play with his balls, whatever the man felt was necessary at the time. Gohan continued to let his father face-fuck him with no hesitation.

He picked up the pace a little bit more, twisting his head a little bit to this side, then a little bit to that side, breathing heavily out of his nose as the fur on his father’s tail ruffled against his skin pleasurably and the grip tightened and loosened out of its own accord. Gohan finally did reach down to remove and touch himself and he couldn’t help the loud noises that escaped him when he did. His whole body quaked as he choked down Goku’s penis, only stroking himself a limited amount of times before cumming hard up onto Goku’s thigh.

                The older man gasped, not knowing at first what had happened, but when Gohan’s eyes rolled into the back of his head and his throat became an even more incredibly tight heat, Goku pulled gohan in by the reigns his tail had on his neck and came in the very depths of his mouth, watching as Gohan gagged and sputtered against him, only causing his enjoyment to mount. Goku ran his fingers tenderly through the younger man’s hair as he rode out the orgasm, remaining inside of him until it died off.

Gohan pulled backwards once allowed to do so, his tongue slicking Goku’s member on the way the moment his father’s tail gave him some slack. He fell straight to the ground, a serious pain filling him which he couldn’t understand. All the hairs on his body stood to attention and he curled up into a ball, calling out into the night air, his body shivering violently. A moment later his tail regenerated, shooting out into the open.

                Goku smiled, pulled up his pants and tied them and got down on one knee. He picked up the appendage and lovingly ran his hands through it, much as he had done to Vegeta’s, cleanding it, and fluffing it out until it was as beautiful as ever. He watched as his son tried to regain his breath and found sleep before his breath was even caught. He cleaned his hands with a quick burst of ki and then ran them sweetly through Gohan’s short hair, ruffling it just a bit before he instant transmissioned them back to his son’s home.

                Videl was fast asleep in bed, a book in her hand, the night lamp still on. Goku turned the light off and placed his son beside her before walking out the door across the yard and into the front door of his own home, ready for some good rest himself.

- - -

The week had passed slowly, but it had passed nonetheless, and the boys awaited the arrival of the intruders on a cliff in the middle of nowhere (where everything usually happens). Goten and Trunks could hardly sit still, though Goku and Gohan stood by like statues, never taking their eyes off of the direction they sensed the others coming from.

                "Do you see them yet?” Goten tugged Trunks’ shirt as he asked quietly, although he knew his family could hear every word.

“No,” Trunks swatted at him, “I can’t see a thing.”

                “Are we sure they’re gonna be here today?” he almost whined, not wanting to get his hopes up any further just in case of a major let down.

“They’ve gotta, Goten,” Trunks nodded, whispering back to his friend, “They can’t be that much longer.”

                “You’re right, Trunks,” Gohan put his hand on Goten’s shoulder and smiled down at him, “They’ll be here, Goten, don’t you worry.”

“I wanna know what they look like and where they came from!” Goten couldn’t contain it anymore, he was dying to get on with the fight at hand.

                Goku stood by quietly still staring off into the sky, amused by the simplicity of his son’s desires. If he had gauged correctly, they wee very close to their landing grounds, at the very least they’d see them entering into the atmosphere, or passing them by. No amount of imagination would speak any truth about them, they group would just have to wait and see. He didn’t remember ever being so uncertain about an enemy’s arrival. It wasn’t the same with Cell and the androids, at least then they knew what they were up against, somewhat, anyways.

He glanced over at Trunks and Goten, watching them quarrel amongst themselves who was going to fight the aliens first. He couldn’t help but feel somewhat content in their bickering, it reminded him of himself and Vegeta when they were pretending to care about whatever they were arguing about. He never really cared whether Vegeta won the argument or he did, it just seemed like a bit of fun to do at the time. Why didn’t he see it before? All their bantering had only ever been for sport…

He sighed to himself, meaning to catch it before it escaped but failing to do so. He ignored his older son’s curious flance at him. Gohan looked right back out into the sky anyways.

                He could sense Piccolo approaching and was glad for the extra help. The Namek arrived sooner than he’d been expecting and landed with a soft thud next to Gohan and him.

“Hey, Piccolo, glad you made it,” Gohan smiled at him.

                “You think I’d miss this?” the Namek smirked down at his good friend and gave a brief nod in Goku’s direction before asking, “How much longer?”

                “Any moment,” Goku said, feeling a gentle rumble in the ground at his feet and a shift in the wind. Even the Earth could sense the on-comers now.

Just then they saw something in the sky- six some things to be precise At the angle they traveled they would be passing right by, headed a bit more to the east.

              “There they are, Goten!” Trunks exclaimed pointing out into the distance at the small specs in the sky once he finally caught sight of them.

“I see them, Trunks!” Goten jumped a few paces forward trying to get a better look from their impossible distance.

                Goku, Gohan, and Piccolo remained quiet, waiting for them to pass by completely before making decisions on how to proceed.

              “We should just go check it out first, find out who they are and where they’ve landed before anything else,” Gohan offered and Goku nodded.

“Let’s wait until they all land first, there’s still three more to go,” Goku was looking out, trying to count how many were among them, he couldn’t seem to get a good number on them, though, and figured that his first guess of nearly 100 was as good as any.

“Let’s go!” Trunks yelled out, too excited to contain himself any longer and Goku allowed him to lead the way, coaching him to stay low and land far off so that they may run the rest of the distance.

They ran up a high hill top, hiding behind the mountain walls as they got closer to the beings that were just now leaving their ships. Once they got into sights view none of them could believe what they were seeing. Was this some type of practical joke? Maybe what they think they were seeing isn’t exactly what it really is?

“They can’t be…” Gohan whispered.

Piccolo looked over them all, convinced that he must be dreaming, “Goku,” he spoke very quietly, “Are you seeing this?”

“I-” Goku was speechless.

“They can’t be…” Gohan repeated shaking his head and holding both Trunks and Goten back.

“Saiyans!” the youths said in unison, looking briefly at one another and then back to encampment in front of them.

“I thought Vegeta said the entire race had been destroyed?” Piccolo discreetly recalled into Goku’s ear.

“Even Freeza said he killed everyone,” Goku replied, just as baffled. He couldn’t stop his thoughts from mentioning the fact that if these were Saiyans, there was a strong possibility that the others still on their way here were Saiyans as well.

“Why have they come here?” Gohan wondered aloud.

“They probably came for Vegeta,” Piccolo answered. “Goku,” he said, “You should go and talk to them, tell them Vegeta isn’t here.”

“Why me?” even to his own ears he sounded like he was afraid, but that wasn’t quite it. Goku looked back at him and asked, “What makes you think they’ll listen to me?” He didn’t think he’d be any good in trying to chat with them, Vegeta had always said he was a terrible Saiyan.

Piccolo shook his head, not able to give any good advice, “I guess we should just wait a little while, listen in on their conversations and see what this is all about.”

“Good idea,” Trunks threw in and broke Gohan’s hold and took off running closer to the beings to see if he could hear anything specific before Goku could grab him. They were all too astonished.

Goku watched as Trunks slid down the mountain and took a new hiding place, wondering what was stopping him from doing the same.

Gohan held onto Goten’s shirt, holding him into place despite the protests of the young man. “Don’t be stupid, Goten, what if they catch him?”

Trunks beckoned the others closer after a few minutes mouthing that he could hear a few of the conversations going on down below. Goku hesitated, not feeling any better about the situation with time, but moved forward anyways.

“They are looking for my father,” Trunks told Goku when he leaned down closer. “See that one tall guy standing by the biggest ship, they called him General, he must be the one running the show. And that girl over there,” he pointed to each of the people he was speaking about, “she’s been rounding up everyone and giving them orders to gather together. She’s the one who mentioned my father’s name, but the other guy hasn’t said a word yet.”

Goku nodded that he understood. None of this was making any sense, or even seemed possible. The vision before him was almost ethereal.

“Commander,” a large, round man approached the two Trunks had already mentioned, calling the girl by her name again, “Commander Thelel, when are you wanting to scope out the area? I’ve got several men here waiting for orders to check out what’s going on around here.”

Gohan mouthed, “Oh, no,” looking to the others and they watched to see what would happen next.

Thelel looked at the tall Saiyan who had yet to speak. He glanced at her in a bored manner and she turned back to the round-bellied man and told him, “Everyone stays here until things get settled. We don’t know if Prince Vegeta knows about our arrival. Chances are he will come to us.”

Piccolo whispered to Goku, “Well…?”

Goku’s brows were drawn together tight. He wasn’t sure how to proceed on this one. No matter what he felt like he would be making a mistake. Vegeta is who they’re looking for, what’s going to happen when he tells them Vegeta isn’t here? He didn’t really think it would be too wise to just jump into the situation just like that, but he wasn’t being given any other choice.

The man grumbled a little and walked away. The tall, very handsome Saiyan nodded at Thelel and turned to look around at his fellow travelers, still not saying a word, he seemed to be counting them. A few of the other men were heard barking orders for everyone to gather close and get situated. Thelel, a rather tall woman herself, and beautiful as well, continued to walk about the others leaving them be for the most part, she seemed much more concerned with what the General was up to than anything else.

“Listen men, you don’t want to be running around looking stupid when Prince Vegeta gets here do you? Pull yourselves together! Look alive! Get right!” her tail snapped behind her, where here hands were stationed, she had a very militant walk about her and wasn’t the least bit interested in what anyone had to say to her. The men and women would salute as she walked by and then go about their business.

“Look, Trunks, a baby,” Goten pointed out, “There are families.” He pointed to a male and female Saiyan holding a little boy and fussing over him with proud smiles on their faces. Once they looked closer they noticed that there were children of all ages amongst them, and also elder looking Saiyan’s, old and wrinkled, tattooed and pierced. Some people looked battle-worn although some of them looked like they had never fought a day in their lives, though still in great shape, most of them anyways.

“Dad,” Gohan turned to Goku after taking in the entire scene before him, “Do you think that maybe…” He paused, trying to find the right words. He couldn’t help but get the feeling that these people weren’t any kind of military function, regardless of the warriors that seemed to surround and protect the majority of the population. “Maybe they’re not here to fight us…” Gohan finished, staring into his father’s eyes.

Goku couldn’t shake the possibility of it. What he was seeing certainly didn’t seem like any type of strategic operation going on miles down below. He saw what looked like friends reuniting with friends who had traveled on other ships running around, shoving each other playfully and laughing, and lovers, both male couples and female couples, as well as heterosexual ones, coming together, kissing and hugging sweetly. There were very few of the Saiyans that he could see that actually looked eager for a fight at the moment.

Trunks tugged on Goku’s shirt, “Can we go down there?” he asked, his eyes wide with the intent of exploration.

“Trunks,” Goku looked stern for a moment, “let me go talk to them first. You stay here.” His eyes were slightly glaring down at the young man. He knew how disobedient Trunks could be sometimes, if only out of his own curiosity, and he didn’t want anything to happen to any of them. He glanced up at Gohan and Gohan nodded knowing he needed to keep a close eye and probably a strong hand on both of the young boys.

Goku took a deep inaudible breath and Piccolo put his hand on his shoulder, “I’ll come down after. I don’t want to start anything…” Goku nodded at him, Piccolo let go and Goku disappeared.

“Hey! Who are you?!” One of the guards standing nearby where Goku landed shouted at him annoyingly, pointing some type of weapon in his face. “I asked you a question!”

Goku stared at him for a moment, having landed a little too close to them for this man’s comfort obviously, before looking past him at the tall man who was leaning up against the ship that everyone seemed to be most interested in listening to.

“Hifit viq hivim pivs pe gijit ebdif,” (Get your gun out of his face) the man spoke smoothly and calmly and stood up straight and began walking closer, looking into Goku’s eyes the entire time. He walked past his soldier, putting a hand down on the thing, which was shaking in the grip of the frightened Saiyan, and lowering it himself.

“Please, you’ll have to excuse him,” The General brought up his other hand placing it on his chest and introduced himself, “My name is Von, and I suppose I can assume you’re the man they call ‘Goku’?”

“That’s right,” Goku’s battle mode was on and his voice was that of silk and intrigue, “How did you know that?”

“Lucky guess,” Von said, his lips turning up into a wide smile. His hair was black and long, a couple of inches past his shoulders, smooth and shiny, and moved as it pleased. His eyes were grey and impenetrable. His face was perfect, anyone would say so- there was no denying that he was gorgeous. His physique was well built, even, toned, and muscular. He was tall, had to be nearly Piccolo’s height, but he moved with such grace. There was something feral in his voice and in his grin, but he seemed almost gentle, almost thoughtful, almost. There were some hints of tattoos on his body though none of them were distinct with the way his armor, a type which they had never seen before, covered him up and his tail was wrapped tight around his waist. He gave off the impression that he was constantly on guard.

Gohan felt a shiver go up his spine when he heard the man speak; there was something about him that he couldn’t quite put a name to.

“I overheard someone saying that you were looking for Vegeta,” Goku began, hearing sputtering from the onlookers once the Prince’s name was mentioned, he ignored it and continued, “I’m sorry to tell you that he’s not here.”

“He’s not?” Von looked surprised and a little let down. The murmurs of the crowd grew. Some were baffled at the fact that Goku hadn’t called him by his royal name, others were saying that perhaps he was bluffing. Von didn’t seem to be paying any attention to them as he opened up to talk again, “I would like to speak with you on the matter further in private, at a later time, but right now it is of no importance.”

Goku eyed the man, sensing the interests of everyone around him growing as the conversation continued.

“You were the one who defeated Freeza, were you not?” Von asked, holding one hand behind his back and the other out and up in the air, as though holding the question up for examination.

“I had help, but, yes,” Goku nodded, “Freeza had been dead for a long time now.”

Von nodded, smiling an even more enchanting smile than before, as though hearing those words had just made his day. He looked as though he was taking him time and enjoying hearing that information for a few more moments before he spoke again, “Then it is you, indeed, who we have come all this way to see.”

“What are you talking about? I thought you were here to see Vegeta?” Goku asked very confused at why they would be concerned in talking to him any further. He kind of hoped they would all just leave.

“Prince Vegeta we will discuss,” Von reached out for Goku’s hand and held it in his own, “First, we must name you King of the Saiyans!”

“What?!” Goku removed his hand from Von’s and took a step back.

Gohan and the boys thought they were hearing things but Piccolo confirmed that they’d all heard correctly.

“Incredible,” Piccolo put his hand on Gohan’s shoulder, “They want your father to take Vegeta’s place as their ruler,” the words came from his mouth breathlessly. He’d never conceived such a thing. Gohan was shaking his head, confused and more confused.

“Yes, King Goku,” Von took a step closer, “You shall be our leader- our great ruler.” He grabbed onto Goku’s hand once more and lifted it high into the air, showing him off for all to see as he yelled, “LONG LIVE KING GOKU! KIPIMEH KIJUF LIJMIH GOKU!”

There was a mighty roar throughout the land and Goku yanked his hand down and took another few steps away, shock written all over his face. Von bowed greatly to him, then placed one knee on the ground and bowed even deeper. Everyone else fell onto their faces.

“Who gave him the authority to do that?” Trunks asked. Gohan was wondering the exact same thing.

“I don’t get it,” Gohan shook his head, “Why not name Vegeta king; he is the heir to the throne?”

“Because they have been forced to start over and Goku is the stronger Saiyan,” Piccolo offered, only assuming that his answer was correct, it’s the only thing that made sense to him, though he never in a million years imagined such a thing were possible.

Everyone stood once more and began celebrating. They were dancing amongst each other and shouting in repetition to what Von had just commanded.

“I don’t want to be your King!” Goku said to Von, almost unheard through out the consistent howls of the crowd.

“But you are!” Von smiled at him, and yelled to be heard, “There are a few more things that need to be worked out.” He had to lean in close in order for Goku to hear him amongst the impossible ruckus. He took him by the arm and began leading him away, continuing, “I hear you have a family, I must meet them- your sons must be crowned princes!”

Piccolo and the others could no longer hear the conversation going on below and the Namek figured now was as good a time as any to intervene. The four of them landed right in the pathway which Von had been trying to take to lead Goku out of the crowd. Almost immediately there was a hush throughout the site, a visible awe of the newcomers and the oddity of the group.

“Goku,” Trunks said, “I don’t understand.”

Goku rushed over to the young boy, leaning over and putting his hands on each of his shoulders, “I don’t want to be King, Trunks.”

“I know,” Trunks nodded, not saying much of anything else.

Von spoke up again, looking from one face to the other, “Well, well, it seems we were being watched,” his smile wouldn’t seem to fade, not phased in the least at the change of pace in his day or his plans.

“Von,” Goku stood up, “Can we do this later?” he was getting irritated.

“You must be Gohan,” Von reached out and touched his shoulder, bowing lightly at him. When his eyes locked to the youth’s his voice lowered and he said, “You are very handsome.”

A small gasp escaped his lips as he stared into Von’s eyes.

Von smiled turned over into a smirk for a brief flash and he hollered to the people, “Prince Gohan!” The Saiyan didn’t look like he was through talking with him, but he moved on nonetheless, giving Gohan’s heart a momentary break.

Von looked at Goten with expectancy and said, “You, you’re Goten, right? You are definitely your father’s child. Prince Goten!” He told the crowd, releasing them to cheer on as they had been. Everyone seemed to dance around them in their enthusiasm, continuing on like before.

Von moved right along, ignoring all the commotion, “You must be Prince Vegeta’s son, Prince Trunks, it is a pleasure,” Von bowed deeply and respectfully, but Trunks just glared back at him.

“How do you know all of this?” Piccolo asked the Saiyan, looking almost directly into his eyes due to their height similarities; Von was just a couple of inches shorter. This man was a little intimidating, even for Piccolo’s tastes. He reminded him a bit of Vegeta in countenance though much more approachable, still it seems so strange that he seemed so comfortable around them and that he knew all of their names.

“A brilliant question,” Von put both hands behind his back as he answered, “I have heard many stories about all of you, Piccolo,” he smiled knowingly, “And I have worked very hard to get here. It has taken me many years to gather our people and to travel so far out to find you all,” he turned and looked deep into Gohan's eyes, adding, “and I’m so very glad I did.

“Of course,” he persisted, walking past them and up to Goku, who still held one hand onto Trunks' shoulder, “I had hoped I would get to meet Prince Vegeta…” his eyes seemed far away for a brief moment before he went on, disregarding his last statement, “Enough! We must celebrate!”

Goku stepped in, “You don’t understand. I said I don’t want to be King,” he was frustrated trying to talk over the fuss being made around them. He felt that he'd tried to explain it to him as clearly as possible but it was becoming difficult to get a word in with all the cheers and whoops of the Saiyans partying around them. He was trying his best not to get completely irritated with the whole situation.

Von looked his sire in the eyes, “You’ll come around,” he nodded confidentially. “It has been done,” he tried to reassure him, “You are the only one fit to be King, Sire, we will have no other.”

Gohan looked at Piccolo, shocked and amazed still at what he was hearing coming out of this convincing man’s mouth. He listened intently as Von spoke up once more.

“I’m just reminded, and I must ask- please excuse me if it seems a bit personal,” he hesitated a moment, “I thought that, perhaps, you and Prince Vegeta were together, that would have simplified things just a little bit, but seeing as how he’s not here, I am guessing that is not the case…?”

Goku wished he could cover up what Von had just said. He had never heard anyone say those words (not even he or Vegeta) and it brought back memories. He did not really want to get into it in front of Piccolo and the boys, but there was little he could say or do to change it. He felt like he’d been smacked in the face; like he’d had a bucket of cold water dumped all over him. In all honesty he was very confused at the spell of emotions that riddled through him. Finally he asked, “Why would you think that?”

Von offered, “I’m not sure,” with a small, brief and knowing smile, and Goku knew he was on to him. There was some small amount of disappointment on Von’s face and the way he was looking at Goku told him he wasn’t going to leave it at that for long. None of it made any sense to Goku.

“I don’t want to talk about any of this anymore, not here,” Goku was embarrassed and he couldn’t quite say why.

“As you wish, your highness,” Von nodded, his hand flowing through the air, his head bowing slightly as his eyes came to a close.

“Stop that!” Goku wanted to growl but he contained it, annoyed at the sudden change of events in his life.

Von looked back up at him in a sort of amused apologetic way but did nothing and said nothing else.

“Let’s go,” Goku huffed as he spoke to the team he’d traveled with, his anger rising with each moment. Why was this happening? It was too much! He began leading them all away and turned back to Von saying, “Don’t follow us.” He watched Von nod politely and took off into the air in no particular direction.

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This is too good to be true, Iseri thought to herself as she ran off to contact her commander. She made sure that she was some distance away from camp and that no one had tailed her before she made the call.

“What do you have to tell me? It better be good,” the dark voice of an angry man came through the receiver.

“Sir, it’s better than good,” Iseri smiled to herself, barely able to contain her excitement.

“Oh?”

“Sir, they’ve just named our King, King Goku,” Iseri whispered, still looking around to make sure no one could see or was coming close.

“And? What about the Prince?”

“Prince’s Vegeta’s not even here!” she squeaked.

“What?! What do you mean he’s not there? Temporarily?” the voice came loud and clear over the speaker, Iseri had to hold it out at a distance.

“I’m not sure about that yet, but King Goku said he’s gone and he seemed pretty adamant about it, Sir,” she spoke quickly, still searching the area nervously.

An evil chuckle came across the line, and she giggled to herself knowing what her Commander was thinking. As the laughter grew she could practically see him jumping in his seat on his ship in space.

Iseri snickered, nodding at no one, and continued, “Yes. Yes, sir, I’ll keep you posted until the time that you get here.”

“You do that,” the man commanded, “And keep Von busy while you’re at it. The last thing I need is for that Royal-House-hugging asshole to get in my way.”

“Of course, yes Sir, Dunduil, Sir,” Iseri promised.

“Oh, and Iseri,” he added a sinister note in his voice, “Don’t get caught,” and the communication was cut off.

“I don’t intend to,” she whispered, putting away the device and sauntering back to the camp site of her fellow people, unnoticed that she’d ever gone missing.
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