Unbeaten Paths | By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4882 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Being dead had obviously had a negative effect on one's ability to reason properly. For instance, he had died and now he was involved with the one man that he could remember really hating almost as much as he had hated Frieza. But now he didn't hate Kakarot at all, there for his death must have switched something inside of his mind and allowed him to care for the big baka. That wasn't really a negative effect--most of the time--but Radditz' death seemed to have removed his ability to reason properly.
Or, it could just be that Radditz was a moron incapable of intelligence of any form.
Somehow, leaning over the back of Vegeta's chair and invading his precious personal space (after more than a week of listening to Goku whine at him about how Radditz was out to get Vegeta back and then having to listen to the two of them bitching back and forth) was Radditz' idea of a way to pass time. A good way, which was probably just worse than a way. Vegeta ignored the way the even larger moron's hair was hanging down in spikes around him and tried to imagine what in the hell Kakarot was going to do when he woke up and saw his brother.
Watching one idiot beat the shit out of the other in a jealous rage appealed to Vegeta, he found that he would be highly amused by it. But not in a space ship that was claustrophobic enough without the stench of their mutual hate.
"Radditz," he said--rather rationally he thought--"Go. Away."
Radditz was as clingy as Kakarot was oblivious. Except Radditz really was clingy and Kakarot only pretended that he 't h't hear or see anything out of the ordinary because it was easier to live that way. Vegeta had felt suffocated by Radditz before, and he didn't like the way that suffocation was coming back to him. It was making him start to doubt his reasons for wanting the tall (and smelly) idiot back. He had an impulse (that impulse being resurrecting Radditz) and he had foolishly given into it rather than talk himself out of it.
It would be rude just to kill Radditz because he didn't want to deal with him. Kakarot probably wouldn't kill his brother. (He said probably because the longer Radditz leaned over the back of his chair the less he was believing that Kakarot would just overlook it.)
"What happened to the Great Prince Vegeta?" Radditz asked, moving away. He stood to the side of the chair now. There was a sneer on his face (strange how now he associated that sneer with a certain dead three-eyed ass clown) that made Vegeta clench his teeth rather than respond. "Is that why you killed me and Nappa?"
"I gave Nappa a warrior's death."
Wow. How easy was it to just fall back into that mindset? Nappa showed weakness, and rather than allow the big bastard to humiliate himself further, Vegeta had done exactly what any good Saiyan would have done and killed the man. But he didn't do that anymore. Because it was 'not right' because sometimes everyone needed help.
"Then what? You fucked humans and low-ranking idiots?"
Vegeta kept his mouth shut. His teeth were grinding together and he felt his hands trying to curl up into fists. He ran through a mental inventory of reasons why it wasn't worth it to let Radditz bait him into a fight, and found that all his 'good reasons' were being replaced with 'where's your pride?' The vision of the three-eyed thing's death was enough to bring a smirk to his face.
"Hiya Vegeta," Kakarot said, walking out of the bedroom clad in only pants. He drooped himself over the back of the chair and his hands rubbed his shoulders, ran across his arms and his chest, before going up to his hair and strangely enough, that was enough of a comfort. He didn't need to fight Radditz because he was above that now. "Are we almost home?"
Kakarot could sense people's emotions. It was something that they didn't discuss very often and was very rarely used, but he knew that his lover knew exactly what he was feeling, and rather than take advantage of his anger to justify murdering his brother, Kakarot actually stepped in to save the moron's life.
He didn't know if he was proud of or annoyed by that fact.
"Almost," Vegeta replied, turned his attention to Kakarot and away from Radditz. Looked at him and smiled. Smiled because he had never smiled at Radditz that way, smiled to show the long-haired troglodyte that he didn't give a damn what he thought. Kakarot was a good thing that happened to him and they were worthy of one another.
"How are the boys?"
"Alive," Vegeta replied. Saw out of the corner of his eye when Radditz walked back over to his assigned corner and proceeded to glower at them from a distance.
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Goten was exhausting. Literally, figuratively and absolutely exhausting. Trunks came to this conclusion somewhere between the twelfth and fifteenth hour. He had untangled himself from his boyfriend long enough to call his mother after about the eighth hour and tell her that he was still alive, that they weren't fighting and yes they were drinking plenty of fluids. (That last one, he didn't question and she didn't explain so it was left at that.)
Goten had fallen asleep after noon the day after he arrived back at their father's home. Which was probably good because if he hadn't, Trunks would have knocked him out with the table lamp. There was only so much you could stand, after all. Little naps were all good and stuff but he wasn't so sure he'd look at touching and fucking the same ever again.
He took a shower before he fell asleep. Dreamed of nothing (it was highly restful sleep) and woke up the day after that at around two in the afternoon. Goten was washed and dressed and grinning at him the same way he had before this nonsense started. Back when things were very simple and perfect.
"You snore," Goten said.
"I thought you already knew that," he replied, rolled onto his back and yawned. Sleeping too much was almost the same as sleeping too little. He felt lethargic. Content to stay in bed for the rest of his life.
"I did. What I didn't know was that you snore the tune to Little Mermaid's 'Under the Sea.' That's a talent you know."
Trunks felt the blush crossing his face and rolled back onto his stomach, taking time to mumble: "Bra watches that movie" as his excuse. Not that he needed an excuse. But Goten laughed at him anyway and jumped on the bed. Not on him, just on the bed.
"Get up!" his boyfriend shouted, and bounced. He bounced hard enough that the whole bed was rocking. "Get up get up!"
Trunks considered ignoring him. But the feeling of seasickness won out and he rolled out of the bed, stood naked and looked at Goten grinning at him. He bounced one last time and fell down on his ass on the bed.
"Good. I'm hungry and we don't have any food here."
"Why didn't you just go see Mom and get food?" he asked, grabbed his clothes off the floor. (Yes, Goten rounded up his clothes out of the hall, folded them and dropped them on the floor next to the bed. Wasn't that nice of him?)
"First, she's your mother and thus you should ask her and secondly I didn't think she'd be comfortable around me. You know, having broken your leg and all."
Goten had the neurotic insistence that he couldn't ask Bulma for things if Trunks was around to ask for them. He forgot about it sometimes and asked anyway, but mostly he was as stubborn as a mule about not. Apparently Chichi had instilled in her son the laws of rudeness. To ask someone else's mother for food was apparently rude. He'd asked Goten to explain it to him when they were kids and he had never gotten an answer. He'd asked his mother about it and she had told him not to bother with it. He had asked his father and he had told him that Chichi didn't like other people to think that she her son needed food from someone else. (Yeah, his father was a bastard sometimes, but he had always made sure that Goten was around when he was teaching Goten something, and always had food for the hyperactive kid.)
"Fine. We'll go." He pulled his pants on and then his t-shirt, turned and looked at the bed. "We've got to fix this first though."
Goten nodded. "I'm thinking we should just burn the mattress and get a new one. I don't think this one is salvageable." Having said thus, Goten grabbed the blankets and sheets off the bed, and the pillows, rolled it all up in a ball and carried it out of the bed room.
The mattress itself was just as disgusting. He grimaced, ran a hand through his hair and grabbed the mattress. Managed not to knock anything over and dragged it through the house to the front door, pulled it until it came through the door and then dropped it on th pile of dirty linens. "Maybe we should just take it to the trash," he said.
"It would probably stink if we burned it," Goten said. He looked up at the sky and sighed. "You think Dad will be back soon?"
"Probably," Trunks replied. He picked up the mattress again, lifted himself and it into the air and waited for Goten to get his head out of the clouds and get his own allotment of the stinking mess. "Mom said they were just a few days away when I asked yester...uh...three days ago?"
Goten laughed at him, grabbed the sheets and jumped up into the air with him. "Lets find a dumpster somewhere away from Capsule Corp, though. It'd just be wrong if we threw them away in your Mother's trash."
"We should go find Yamcha and put it in his trash," Trunks said. He smirked, Goten smirked, and as simply as that, it was decided.
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Yamcha: *squeak* Hey!
Goten: Oh, yeah, that was a manly sound.
Vegeta: *glares at Radditz*
Goku: I didn't get no nookie this chapter.
Trunks: The story is not about your nookie-getting you know.
Goku: It ISN'T?! *grabs contract* But...but...but...
Macha:
Lol. I love reviews. Its okay that you don't go to the website. I haven't worked on it too much recently, Definitely need to get the rest of the stories up but I'm too lazy. *snore* See? Lazy me. Glad that you are still reading the story. *sob from happiness* I have seem to run into a lemonless section of these stories. I feel like I just can't write one. Nobody has mentioned it so it might just be me. *strokes chin in quiet contemplation.*
Everyone else:
*Sob* I can't remember who responded to what chapter, so I am probably neglecting tons of folks. To everyone that reads: Thank you! To those that review: Thanksies so much.
To Queensaiyan: *is now afraid of plushies* Lol. Catching up does take a while. *sigh* I write too much. But thanks for reading.
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