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End of the Road
By : Batjokes
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Morning light shined down upon the puddles of pre-dawn rain. Above, the clouds parted and dissipated even as a rainbow shined in the skies above.
On the rain wet grass, one naked figure laid, hidden behind the shrubs which grew around the house he’d been staying at.
Goku grinned at the sight overhead. He often wondered if it was true about Leprechauns and Pot’s of Gold. But the Dragon Balls were better. He blinked at the thought as he lay upon the grass, still wet from that morning’s dew. He’d never asked for money as a wish. He didn’t remember Chichi asking for something like that either. Although whenever he had brought her a large sum of money, if it was more than they needed just to make repairs of the house and to eat, cloth themselves and pay bills it all went toward school. For the boys.
His boys that were full grown men. Well, Goten was still a teenager, but on Earth he was considered old enough to be a man. He just had to graduate high school.
He winced as he realized Chichi was going to be upset over Goten leaving to explore space and possibly set foot on the restored planet, Vegetasei.
They were no longer together and his eyes were set on someone else. But they still had two sons together and had been together for so long. She wasn’t someone he could conveniently forget. Their lives were just different .
While ruminating, the tip of his tail twitched now and again as he inhaled the fresh rain scent even as the dew and rain water were evaporating due to the brilliant warmth of the sun.
Goku felt a pull from deep within himself. Something tugging at his heart and his very soul.
Closing his eyes, he sighed and dragged his fingers through the blades of grass underneath his hands.
“Kakarot! What do you think you’re doing!?”
His eyes shot open at the rumbling growl and turned his head to catch sight of Vegeta heading toward him with his hands at his sides curled into fists.
“Eh? Vegeta, I’m just enjoying the sun and grass.”
“Get up and go get dressed, Kakarot!”
He blinked. “Why?”
“Tch!” He crossed his arms and looked away, the slightest red coming to life for a few brief seconds on his face.
Goku blinked and tilted his head. “Vegeta?”
“Kakarot, go inside, now!”
With a huff, he got up, his tail swishing behind him. “Why’re you so mad? I’ve been out in nature before like this.”
“It might be fine where you live, but we’re close to the city here, Kakarot!”
Goku scratched the back of his head. “Oh. Well, I guess I better get dressed. Someone told me just wearing one’s birthday suit can put them in the slammer.”
Vegeta blinked. Then nodded.
Goku, with a flick of his tail, the tip of it brushing Vegeta’s cheek, walked inside to the guest room he’d been given.
He didn’t understand why Vegeta was acting so… so weird ! Usually he’d just ignore him if he’d found him in just his birthday suit, or leave. Not order him around like he’d tried to.
Goku frowned. He’d listened to him. But only because he didn’t want to get sent to the slammer. He heard they had terrible food.
With a shake of his head, he grabbed a set of his gi before heading for the bathroom to shower.
Closing his eyes once underneath the hot water of the shower head, his tail lowered and swung to and fro like a pendulum. In his hands he held a soapy loofa and brushed it down over the side of his neck to his chest. There he left a trail of suds.
His brows furrowed as images of another planet flashed before his eyes. A ruby red, clay red, and beige-sand like soil with only spots of teal, aqua, and purple scattered here and there appeared. He felt himself flying in some space pod and watching as the planet got smaller and smaller.
There were many caves, and some small sort of hut looking houses that he’d seen people coming and going from. People with tails like himself.
He’d seen, for the briefest moment, a shadow of a figure. Their silhouette reminded him of his own shadow, but with the silhouette of Saiyan armor. And another figure beside whomever it had been.
With a rough swallow his eyes popped open even as he continued to suds up his abdomen and lower. Until he was covered in suds from his neck to his toes.
‘I really want to meet them. Whoever they are. Something about them… I hope they show up on Vegetasei once we get there. ’ He’d never felt such intense longing. A pull so strong, it rivaled even his love of food and fighting.
He placed the loofa on its shelf and then grabbed the shower head. Taking it off its holder, he rinsed himself off, then placed it back where it had been and grabbed the shampoo. For which he had to close his eyes again. For as strong as he was, soap in his eyes still stung.
The scene replayed in his head. Again and again. Never before had he had any memory of his time before Earth. And now, he did, even if it was something so small. Only a few seconds in time. Names, faces, and places other than the planet as a whole he didn’t remember. Couldn’t remember. But he wanted to. As long as it wouldn’t change him. He liked who he was, because he never wanted to be seen as a monster, not like Frieza, creatures like Cell, and other beings that had proven to be too evil .
He was a Saiyan. Most Saiyans he’d met had been evil. But they could change. He believed anyone could, but only if they wanted to do so. Vegeta had changed. The Universe 6 Saiyans were quite different . More like he’d like his own Universes’ Saiyans to have been like. Instead of what he’d learnt about them.
There was some trepidation as he lathered shampoo in his hair, that he might have unleashed something horrid in his own Universe. But unless he set foot on Vegetasei, none of the deceased Saiyans would return.
Tilting his head back, he rinsed his hair before grabbing the conditioner and applying it to his hair.
Vegeta was their Prince. The Vegeta he knew had changed since they’d first met. But if he brought back Vegeta’s father, that man would be King and not the currently living prince.
‘Man, it’s confusing to have more than one Vegeta. ’ Yet he did know people named their firstborn after themselves, usually, at least the men tended to do so. He’d never felt the need.
Once his hair was rinsed, he grabbed the towel hanging outside on a ring on the wall. He wiped the towel over his eyes and then placed it back.
Just thinking about Vegetasei, it stirred strange feelings within him. Ones he had never really felt before. Not in regard to the planet of his birth. Now however, he longed to leave Earth soon.
Turning off the water and moving the curtain aside, he used his ki, rather than the towel to dry off as he set foot on the bathrug.
Within moments he was dressed in his orange and blue gi with his usual blue kung-fu boots. It was what he felt most comfortable in and tended to have several of them. One never knew when they’d have an out-and-out battle that destroyed their outfit.
He hadn’t yet told his friends everything, aside from Piccolo. Only his and Vegeta’s family members. He’d just have to visit Kame House and hope they were all there before he and Vegeta left.
Speaking of leaving, he tossed the towel in a hamper and hurried out of the bathroom to the living room where he found Vegeta scrolling through a cell phone.
“Hey, Vegeta…” he trailed off.
Vegeta glanced up. “What is it, Kakarot?”
“I know we’re waiting for Goten to graduate, but, do you think he’d be upset if we left sooner?” It wasn’t like he couldn’t just IT back to Goten on his graduation day to see him get his diploma and then IT him and Trunks, and whomever else wished to go back to the ship, or whatever planet he and Vegeta might be visiting at the time.
“Hnn. It’s possible. I too am eager to leave, but if you want to leave within the next day or two, we should both speak with our offspring.” Vegeta’s tail, though wrapped around his waist, flickered at the tip.
“You want to go so soon Vegeta?” He blinked.
“Yes, Kakarot. There is little sense in waiting . But I assumed you would wish to be here for your younger son’s graduation.”
“I think I can manage that, Vegeta. With IT.”
“Something might crop up that we have to deal with. Then what?”
Goku scratched his cheek. “Goten would understand…”
“Would he?”
With a sigh his tail fell limp. “I’ll talk to him today. After I visit with Master Roshi and the others.”
“Why not text them? I know you have a cellphone, even if you really don’t use it.”
“Heh-heh. Yeah. I’ll just call everyone to meet me at Kame House.” He just had to figure out where his phone was. He looked around the room, on each of the coffee tables and corner shelves.
Vegeta frowned. “Kakarot, did you lose your phone?”
“Eh-heh-heh,” he closed his eyes, grinned, and rubbed the back of his head.
“You’re an idiot, Kakarot.”
Goku opened one eye. Looked like old habits died hard. Even though they were courting now, Vegeta was still calling him names. Of course he was used to it. His other eye opened when he heard his ringtone going off.
Turning his head around he walked back to his room and knelt on the carpet. Lowering his head to the floor he glanced under the bed. With his tail swishing behind him he reached for it and pulled it out.
Hopping back up he walked back out and grinned. “Thanks, Vegeta.”
“Tch! Take better care of your things, Kakarot.”
“Sure thing, Vegeta!” Although he didn’t promise , because he didn’t know if he’d be able to. He didn’t even like the cellphone. But some family and friends had insisted he have one. Not that it could reach him halfway across the galaxy!
He proceeded to call Yamcha, Krillian, Tien, and his other friends to meet him at Kame House.
“Hey, Vegeta,” he called out to him once he’d finished calling his friends, “did you want to go with me?”
Vegeta swiped the screen of his own cellphone and then pocketed the device. “I would have gone, even if you didn’t ask.”
He blinked. “Why?”
Vegeta’s stared up at him, his expression serious. The glint in his eyes even more so than usual. “Because, Kakarot, what you have to tell them involves me too. And, not every human is open minded. There are many who are against men being with other men.”
“I know that. But I don’t think any of my friends would…”
“Tch!” Vegeta lifted a hand up and pointed at him, his finger almost touching his nose. “Listen Kakarot, and listen well, there is always a chance that at least one, if not more than one of your friends will not be happy about this. Especially in this country. It may not be as bad as some places about it, but it is frowned upon.”
It didn’t make any sense to Goku, so he sighed. “Okay, Vegeta! Well, let’s go.” His stomach growled and he chuckled, “Eh, after we have breakfast.”
Vegeta lowered his gaze and smirked. “I’ll cook this time.”
“I thought you couldn’t cook… and pouring cereal into a bowl with milk is not cooking.”
“Tch!” He crossed his arms and glowered at floor.
Goku chuckled. “It’s fine Vegeta. I’ll make waffles, eggs, and sausages! It’s a foreign dish, but its soooo good!”
Vegeta continued to glare at the floor.
Goku’s tail lifted and the end of it brushed against Vegeta’s cheek and down to his neck and back up again.
He watched, fascinated as the older Saiyan’s scowl became a little less pronounced and the tiniest smile formed.
“You look great when you smile, Vegeta!” Of course, saying that brought the scowl right back, but at least he looked at him instead of staring at the floor.
“Just go make breakfast, Kakarot.”
He grinned. At least he didn’t get yelled at, and Vegeta wasn’t being quite so standoffish.
Leaning down, just a little bit, as they only had around a four inch difference in height, he brushed his lips over the opposite cheek his tail had stroked. Then he stepped back and turned to enter the kitchen and set to work on cooking the aforementioned food items.
He didn’t look back to see Vegeta lift his hand to his cheek. Nor did he see the smile, for a moment, return to the scowling Prince’s countenance.
After breakfast, wherein they’d both devoured quite a few helpings, they left the house and shot off into the sky to head for the island on which Kame House sat.
Goku felt a number of familiar ki’s getting closer, from a few different directions as he and Vegeta approached the island.
Outside, in his usual shades, sat Master Roshi.
Goku waved, “Hi, Master Roshi!” He called out from above before landing alongside Vegeta.
Master Roshi stood up from the lounge chair he sat on and greeted them. “Hi Goku. Vegeta. What brings you here today? Did you come for more training?”
Goku rubbed the back of his head. “Eh… not this time, Master Roshi.”
“Oh? Is it about… Chichi?”
He shook his head while Vegeta remained quiet with his arms crossed over his chest.
“No, Master Roshi. I’ll tell you when the others get here,” his tail swayed to and fro behind him. Sometimes he didn’t even realize what his tail was doing. Especially since it had been so long since last he’d had one.
“It’s not an emergency then?” He glanced in Vegeta’s direction, “Vegeta doesn’t usually accompany you when it’s not an emergency…”
“Err, well, it’s not an emergency, but Vegeta is a part of it!” They already knew about their plans to explore space. But they didn’t know everything .
Master Roshi frowned. “Goku, tell me something…,” he lifted his cane up.
“Yes, Master Roshi?”
He pointed the cane at Vegeta’s tail around his waist and then at Goku’s loose and swaying one. “Why do you have your tails back?”
Goku chuckled nervously while scratching his cheek. “Well, that’s what I called everyone to talk about.”
“You need someone to cut your tails off, don’t you?” He turned to go inside.
Vegeta growled. “No! No one is cutting our tails off!” He sped to the door and blocked the older man from entering.
“Vegeta, what’s the meaning of this?” He turned to frown at Goku, “Goku?”
Goku blinked. “We’re not here to get our tails removed, Master Roshi.”
“Then you just want to let everyone know you’ve got them back?”
“Not exactly.”
“Tch! It’s better to wait for everyone to assemble, so Kakarot can explain what’s going on. It isn’t only about our tails.” He didn’t move from the doorway. Goku assumed it was because he didn’t want Master Roshi going to find something to remove their tails with.
Goku, although he didn’t typically do so, wrapped his tail around his waist like a belt in defense. He did not want anyone taking away his furry appendage that he’d only just gotten back. Sure he could get it back easily enough, but it would still probably hurt if someone removed it.
“Fine, fine,” Master Roshi sighed and sat back down on the lounge chair.
Overhead Krillian, Android 18, Android 17, Tien, Chioatzu, Yamcha, Puar, Oolong, and Yajirobe. Even Master Roshi’s sister, Baba was there! Piccolo had also appeared even though Goku hadn’t called him and he already knew. Even the old Turtle, Master Roshi’s companion moved from out of the water onto the beach.
Piccolo closed his eyes while standing on the beach.
Goku glanced at everyone and rubbed the back of his head. “Hi, guys.”
Krillian was the first to ask. “Goku, why did you call us all here?”
Tien asked, “You didn’t get the Universes into trouble again, did you?”
They all stared at him. Android 18 glared at him.
“Eh? No!”
Chioatzu pointed at his tail. “Look. Goku has his tail back!”
Yajirobe frowned. “That’s not good.”
Vegeta glowered at him. “Don’t even think of touching his tail. If you touch one strand of fur on his tail…” he trailed off, though he gave all of them a death glare. “And you’re not to touch my tail either.”
“But isn’t it dangerous?” Yamacha asked.
Goku chuckled. “We’ll be fine!”
“Tell them why you called them here, Kakarot.”
He nodded while his friends stared at him expectantly. “Okay, Vegeta!” He glanced at his friends, “I already told our families. But I made wishes after gathering the Dragon Balls to summon Shenron.”
Krillian blinked. “You don’t usually ask for any wishes yourself.”
“Heh,” he grinned, “I did this time.”
Tien frowned. “What did you wish for?”
“Well, one of my wishes involved Saiyan tails,” he pointed at his tail still wrapped around his waist like Vegeta’s.
“Why would you wish for something like that, Goku?” Krillian stared wide eyed up at him.
“I just missed it… and I guess there are other reasons that Vegeta’s told me,” his face heated up as he remembered some of the things regarding their tails. “But that’s not the only wish I made.”
Yamcha shook his head, “I hope it’s nothing as dangerous as you having your tail back if a full moon shows up.”
He scratched at his cheek again. “Well… I did wish for Vegetasei to be restored.” Of course he didn’t think any life was on it. Not any Saiyans for certain. But… if there was no life on it, except maybe plants, that might be bad. Which had him thinking of New Namek and Porunga.
“What!? Are you crazy, Goku?” They all asked him.
“No.”
“Well, it’s just a planet,” Android 18 pointed out after a moment’s thought.
Goku glanced at Vegeta, who quirked a brow at him, and then turned his gaze back to his waiting friends.
“I also wished to bring some Saiyans to life, but only once I’m on the planet.”
“Why would you do that Goku, you know how most Saiyans act…” Krillian trailed off when Vegeta glared at him.
“Well, that’s why I made the wish the way I did. Vegeta and I will take care of anyone who gets out of hand, right Vegeta?”
He nodded. “Yes, Kakarot.”
Master Roshi sighed. “So, does this mean you’ll be gone a long time, Goku?”
“Er, yeah, probably. But we’re hoping Bulma and Bulla can find a way to make travel between Vegetasei faster, but not too fast. Like a day or less if possible.”
Vegeta nodded when the others gazes turned to him. Then he smirked, “There’s one last thing Kakarot hasn’t mentioned,” he walked up closer to him.
Goku blinked when Vegeta’s tail uncurled from around his waist and moved to encircle his own. He gulped and tried to keep his face from warming up, but it was impossible.
Everyone’s gaze, except for Piccolo’s, followed Vegeta’s tail.
Krillian blinked. “Goku? What’s happening?”
Goku nervously grinned. “We-ell, you see, since I’m divorced now and Bulma and Vegeta aren’t together… Vegeta and I are courting each other.”
Krillian’s eyes widened.
Yamacha lost his balance and had to grab onto the side of Kame House.
Tien and Chiotzu glanced at each other and then back at the Saiyan pair.
Master Roshi’s jaw dropped, and it was probably a good thing he was already sitting down.
Puar tilted their head.
Oolong blinked several times in rapid succession.
Baba snickered.
“What!?” Krillian was the first to cry out. “But… you’re not gay, Goku.”
Vegeta frowned at him. “And just how would you know?”
“Err, well… Goku’s never shown any interest in men.”
Goku cocked his head to one side and then to the other. “I’m not interested in human men,” he pointed out.
“But… Chichi…”
Goku sighed. “Most of you know how often Chichi and I did that , don’t you?”
“No,” all but Krillian and Android 18 said.
Vegeta smirked at them. “Kakarot is a Saiyan. A Beta male at that.”
“What’s a Saiyan Beta Male?” Yajirobe asked.
Goku shook his head. “That’s personal.” He didn’t want them to know everything. At least not yet. Not when he’d only found out a short time ago. And he still had so much to learn too.
Master Roshi stood up and sighed, shaking his head. “I can’t believe our Goku is gay.”
Vegeta huffed. “There was no such distinction on Vegetasei. And it wouldn’t even be considered gay between us anyway due to…”
Goku frowned, “Vegeta!”
Vegeta glanced at him with a frown and then rolled his eyes, but at least he stopped his explanations.
Yamcha frowned. “But why Vegeta? If you’re into men, Goku, there’s a lot better men in the sea.”
Goku blinked and glanced out at the water. “Eh? I don’t see any men.” He shrugged and looked back at Yamcha. “And remember what I said? I’m not interested in human men. Or women.” It was possible he might have been interested in a Saiyan woman, but he didn’t know any. At least not in his Universe. But no one had ever perked his interest like Vegeta. Not even the few other Saiyans that he’d met.
Tien closed his eyes and nodded. “So, culturally this is acceptable among Saiyans. Goku is a Saiyan as is Vegeta. I’m not going to question it.” He looked at the others, “So neither should any of you. He’s had a human wife, had two sons, and has a granddaughter. He’s saved us and helped Earth, the whole Universe several times over. We should just be happy for him.”
Piccolo turned around. “At least someone has some sense among you.”
Goku blinked. “Piccolo?”
“My race only has one gender and we reproduce asexually.”
“Why don’t you have any kids then, Piccolo?”
He shook his head, but didn’t answer otherwise.
Krillian sighed. “But Goku’s going to leave. He might never come back again.”
Piccolo quirked a brow. “That is for him to decide. People move, things change, but it doesn’t make our memories and experiences any less. And I’m certain he’ll find a way to visit. His family and friends are here after all.”
Goku nodded. Even Vegeta managed a slight smile before it vanished.
They glanced at Goku. “Well, we’ll miss you when you go Goku.”
He grinned. “I’ll miss you guys too. But this isn’t an end. It’s just a see ya later.” His gaze turned toward Vegeta, whose tail wrapped around his when he removed it from his waist. “But it is a new beginning , isn’t it, Vegeta?”
The Prince of All Saiyans dipped his head in affirmation.
Goku could see some of them still looked ill at ease, but they’d known each other so long, he just hoped it wasn’t because he’d revealed to them he was dating another guy. Maybe it was because of who it was. There were still moments when his friends thought Vegeta might just be faking everything. Like when they’d faced Frieza and Vegeta had started fighting him. But in the end, Vegeta had not turned traitor on them.
Oolong asked as he looked up at Goku. “So, Goku, when will you be leaving?”
“We-ell, I kind of want to leave today, or tomorrow.”
“What!? So soon?” Krillian frowned.
“Heh. Yeah. I… I had a vision earlier. It was of a planet. I think it was Vegetasei. And a couple silhouettes of Saiyans. I thought they might be my parents, or some sort of relatives.”
Vegeta blinked, “A memory, Kakarot? You’ve never remembered anything before.”
“Well, I don’t know why I remembered that. It was only a few seconds, but maybe its because the planet is back?”
Vegeta held his chin in thought. “I guess that’s a possibility. Even if you remember everything, I don’t believe you’ll change. Still, it would be nice if you remembered more. Not that there was much considering how young you were when sent off world.”
“Well, as long as I’m not gonna try and hurt anyone.”
“You won’t forget who your friends are. Remembering your past before Earth won’t overwrite everything you did and learned here. But you’d already be aware of more Saiyan culture if you could recall all that you were taught whilst in the child rearing tanks.”
“Child rearing tanks?” Krillian’s brows furrowed.
Vegeta nodded. “As soon as a Saiyan is born, they’re put into a tank. Saiyans didn’t have a pouch like Earth’s marsupials, so most, if not all needed to continue growing in one. If not, the baby would usually die.”
Goku’s eyes widened. “But Gohan and Goten didn’t need a tank.”
“They’ve got their mothers to thank. After all they’re not pure blooded Saiyan. And sometimes the tanks were used for cloning purposes.”
“Did every family have one of those tanks?”
“Of course. Even the low classes, non combatants and the like. Offspring were important. Plus a child that was born to a low class, if their power at birth was high enough, they could even be classified as a higher class than their parents. Of course, it was humiliating for those of the higher classes to have a child born of a lower class than themselves.”
Goku’s friends appeared to be listening as Vegeta explained to him, in their presence, about how the class system worked. Kind of. And how babies needed extra care once born.
“We might want to make sure we have some of those tanks then.” He did wonder how they’d managed before the tanks were ever a part of their culture. He’d have to wait and see, but he wondered if it wasn’t simply that all their babies were being born prematurely. Stress and war he figured could do that. But in any case, having the child rearing tanks was a good idea, just in case.
“Yes. We need to plan ahead. I’ll make lists of everything we’ll need and while we’re exploring space we’ll collect what we need.”
Goku’s friends turned to whisper to each other, but he wasn’t paying them any attention. Not when he and Vegeta had so much to plan in regards to their upcoming trip.
“I guess we should go talk to our kids.” He had a feeling Gohan would be upset, but he didn’t know what Goten would think. And he knew Vegeta had Trunks and Bulla to consider.
“Yes. We should. Let’s go.” He jumped up into the air and hovered there, waiting for him.
Goku waved to his friends and Master Roshi. “I’ll see you guys later.”
They turned and waved to him, though they seemed pretty down. But there wasn’t much he could do about that. Probably nothing, unless he stayed on Earth. But he didn’t want to. Not anymore. Not when there was something calling to him.
With another wave he joined Vegeta in the sky and took off over the ocean with him. Back toward Mount Paozu when he sensed Gohan, Videl, and Pan’s ki. They had to be visiting Chichi and Goten.
Vegeta stopped, “I’ll go get Trunks and Bulla. Bulma might as well know too. We’ll meet you at the har-,” he cut off when Goku glared at him, “at your ex’s place.”
Goku nodded. “Alright. Don’t take too long,” he didn’t want to be around Chichi right then. Not for any long length of time. Especially when her new man might show up, if he wasn’t already there. Not because he was all that upset, but it would be awkward.
He watched Vegeta fly off in the direction of Capsule Corp and then turned with a sigh to fly toward the place that had once been his home for most of his adult life.
Pan was the first to fly up and greet him. “Hi Jiji!” She waved at him with a grin.
He waved back, “Hi Pan!” He lowered himself to the ground just as she flew into his arms for a hug. He wished she could go with them, but this was Gohan’s home planet. Still, he figured with them having Saiyan blood they should at least visit their ancestral home. Even if it wasn’t the Saiyans original planet.
Gohan walked with Videl at his side toward them. “Tousan, what are you doing here?” He shot a nervous glance over his shoulder in Chichi’s direction.
“I came here to discuss something with you and Goten.”
Gohan turned his gaze back to him. “Tousan?”
“I’ll wait for Vegeta to return with Trunks and Bulla. Bulma too. Then I’ll explain.” He didn’t want to explain over and over again, even if it was to different sets of people. And he felt better when Vegeta was there. Without him he felt like his stomach was knotting up and not from hunger. ‘ Weird!’
“Well, okay, Tousan. We can wait.”
“What’s Chichi doing?” His brows furrowed as Chichi sat down with a packet of saltine crackers and a fan to wave at herself.
Gohan gulped. “Okkasan’s not feeling well, Tousan.”
“What does she need?” He’d get whatever she needed. She was the mother of his sons after all, and it wasn’t like he didn’t care at all. He loved her, but not like he should have whilst they were married. He simply wasn’t in love with her, and unlike when he thought of Vegeta, his body didn’t show any interest either.
“She’ll be fine, Tousan,” Gohan nervously scratched the back of his head. Goku recognized the nervous tick. It was similar to his own, but he'd helped raise Gohan. Even if he hadn’t always been there, he’d tried to spend as much time with him and Goten as possible. When he wasn’t dead, or off defending the world, or training. Of course if Gohan or Goten wanted to train, or spar, he’d always been up for them spending even more time with him.
Gohan, despite his potential, had for awhile slacked off in training. But now, at least, he trained when he had the time outside his work. He’d gained more free time once he didn’t also have to continue his schooling.
Goten seemed a bit better off. Maybe due to Trunks, if nothing and no one else.
“Are you sure?” He asked when he noticed how green Chichi looked before sipping on something and sucking on some ginger root.
“Yeah, Son-san,” Videl replied while leaning her head against Gohan’s shoulder.
He felt like they were trying to hide something from him. But before he could say anything he sensed Vegeta returning, along with three other familiar ki’s. Bulma and her two children with Vegeta.
It was time to discuss the possibility of he and Vegeta leaving early for their travels.
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