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End of the Road
By : Batjokes
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Vegeta’s brows furrowed and the end of his tail twitched in agitation upon landing and watching the scene unfold before his eyes. Kakarot’s ex-wife had symptoms he’d seen before. Back when the woman had been expectant with Goten whilst his rival had been dead. That felt so long ago, what with Son Goten nearing the end of his high school days. He’d also noticed the symptoms when Bulma had carried his second child, Bulla. But he couldn’t be certain. She could just have been nauseous. But if what he suspected were true, he hoped for Kakarot’s sake the child was not his, but the man for whom the human female had chosen to commit adultery with.
“Everyone should take a seat, before Kakarot and I discuss our upcoming travels.” If things went according to how he and Kakarot hoped for, then they’d be taking to the skies and beyond by the end of the day or at least by the end of the following day.
Chichi didn’t meet anyone’s eyes.
Bulma quirked a brow and sat down on one of the rustic outdoor seats carved from rock and clay and then covered in sedge. Bulla sat next to her.
Trunks walked over to Goten and the pair of them sat down next to each other on the ground, each of them leaning back against a boulder. A pair of tails, one dark and one some shade of lavender to blue wrapped around each other.
Videl took Gohan’s hand and led him to a stone picnic table and guided him down to sit beside her, while Pan sat at her grandmother’s side on a blanket.
“There, Kakarot, everyone is seated.”
Kakarot scratched at the back of his head and chuckled nervously, the end of his own tail curling and uncurling. “Well, since I can use IT and Vegeta knows how to set a reminder on something called an APP, and because of a strange feeling, I thought Vegeta and I should leave for space early.”
Chichi sat up, hands on the arms of the outdoor chair she sat in, but Pan patted her hand. He couldn’t hear what was being said, but whatever the girl had said caused Chichi to lean back where she was.
“Goku, you can’t! Goten hasn’t graduated yet!”
Kakarot blinked and gazed at her. “Chichi, it’s not like I can’t visit. Or call,” at that he looked toward Bulma, “the spaceship does have a radio or whatever it’s called so we can reach you at Capsule Corp, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, Goku.” She sighed and shook her head. “You two really can’t wait?”
Vegeta arched a brow. “No. We cannot. The pull is too great and only growing stronger with Vegetasei restored.”
Everyone at that point, save Vegeta himself, glared at Kakarot. Who just rubbed the back of his head again and grinned sheepishly.
“Tell me, being born on Earth, how would you feel if you were on another planet and it had been decades since you’d last seen your planet of birth?”
Chichi sighed.
Bulma grimaced. “I’d feel homesick.”
He and Kakarot nodded. It appeared that Kakarot had some sense as Saiyan despite long ago losing his memories due to a bump on the head. Yet the man had had his head hit more than once since then, of that he was certain, but nothing had ever resulted from it. Not the return of his past, little time though it was, nor had he lost memory of his Earth friends and family. Something even he as the Prince of All Saiyajin was unable to grasp.
Gohan stood up and walked over to them. Closer to Kakarot. “Tousan… when do you expect to leave?”
“Uh… tonight or tomorrow.”
“What!?” The humans and Demi-Saiyans exclaimed.
Chichi shook her head. “That’s much too soon.”
Vegeta frowned in her direction, the end of his tail once again twitched. “You no longer get a say in what Kakarot can and cannot do, woman,” he refrained from calling her harpy, though it had been on the tip of his tongue. He didn’t know why he even needed to speak to her even the tiniest bit more politely!
The others just frowned at him, except Kakarot, who blinked and then followed it up with one of his famous grins. Which he was pretty sure his sons had inherited. At least Gohan, if not also Goten.
Bulma stood up and stopped in front of him, her lips pursed, her eyes closed, her hands curled into fists.
He watched as she took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. Thrice in a row before her eyes opened and caught his gaze. Her eyes were like a trap, without weapon or touch he felt frozen in place. And right beside her, with the same expression and body posture, Bulla glowered at him.
“Vegeta! I know it can’t be helped, but why so little time? You should at least think about the provisions you’ll need for your trip, and your children.”
“Trunks is a fully grown adult!”
“Bulla is still a child!”
Bulla growled. “Mama!”
Bulma, for a moment looked toward Bulla with a smile. “Well, you are, dear.”
“She is free to accompany us. Or video chat, if either of you find that to be unacceptable.”
She sighed. “I guess there’s nothing left, but to join you. After Goten has graduated. Just in case something happens while you and Goku are enjoying your adventure in space. We might not be together, but I do expect you to help raise your daughter.”
Vegeta, with his arms crossed, nodded. “Of course.” He did worry about how his offspring would be perceived. Trunks, as his eldest, would have been expected to be his heir. Yet he did not think the other Saiyans would accept a non pureblooded Saiyan as his heir despite his abilities as a Super Saiyan. But, from what he’d learned from Kakarot, there would not be anyone who’d try to harm their offspring with the women of Earth simply because they were not full blooded Saiyajin. Had Bulla been full blooded, if she were stronger than her brother she would have been chosen as his heir, as was the way of their people on Vegetasei.
He noticed Kakarot casting his gaze between his sons. Saw the fur on his tail puffed out. They already knew that Goten and Trunks wished to accompany them, even though they might not stay on Vegetasei. It would be their decision of course, but in the event that they preferred Earth he did want there to be an easy form of transportation that wouldn’t take months, or even years to travel between the planets.
Chichi closed her eyes and frowned. “You’re trying to take the boys too, Goku!?”
“Well, only after Goten graduates. I don’t see what’s wrong with him taking some time to explore space and the other side of his…,” his brows furrowed and he glanced at Vegeta.
“The word you’re looking for, is heritage , Kakarot.”
“Oh. Yeah!” He looked back at Chichi. “Gohan and his family could join us if they wanted to, but I know he and Videl are busy with Pan and work.”
Vegeta knew it was also because he didn’t want to leave the Earth defenseless in case a powerful enemy showed up. With beings out there as strong or stronger than even themselves it was a wise decision, if not entirely practical if one wished to keep their family unit together.
Videl glanced at Gohan. “We could go, if you wanted to, Gohan. Vegetasei might be in need of a scholar like yourself.”
“Videl?” Gohan blinked, eyes wide. “I’ve finished University and have a stable job. Why would you want us to leave?”
“Well, I’d like you to know the other part of your heritage.” She glanced toward their young daughter. “And it would be good for Pan.”
At that moment, Chichi stood up. “You can’t go! Why would you even suggest that, Videl?”
She turned her gaze to her mother-in-law. “It will help to have knowledge of Saiyans and their culture, especially if there becomes a means of getting from Earth to Vegetasei and back as easily as Goku-san teleports. I think it only fitting that Pan knows about her other ancestors than the ones found here on Earth.”
“What will your father say, Videl?”
“He’ll miss us, but we’ll be back. Or he could go with us too. There are ways to keep in touch even if its some time before we’re able to visit.”
Gohan scratched the back of his head, an action akin to his father’s own. It looked as if he wasn’t sure what to say when it came to conversations between his wife and mother.
Vegeta shifted his gaze away from them to look up at Kakarot, who turned his own gaze from his family members to look at him.
“It would seem the only one with any real objection is your ex-wife, Kakarot.”
“Yeah… I’d feel bad if both our sons came with us, and Pan. I’d hate to leave her alone.”
“You won’t be leaving her alone, Kakarot.”
“I won’t?”
He shook his head, “Idiot! Have you forgotten!?”
“Forgotten what,” he scratched his cheek and stared at him wide-eyed.
“The other man,” he ground out.
“Oh! Uh. Right.”
“How could you forget something like that?” He pressed his gloved hand to his forehead, for a brief couple of seconds before crossing his arms back over his chest.
“It… didn’t seem important.” His tail lay lax down the back of his legs.
“That’s why you divorced her, isn’t it?” He was glad that Chichi wasn’t paying them any attention due to her conversation with Videl and Gohan.
“Well… yeah. But we’re divorced so… she can do what she wants and so can I.”
Vegeta’s brows furrowed as he closed his eyes. “Kakarot…”
“Yeah, Vegeta?”
“You don’t seem too broken up. I guess you two weren’t that close. But let me ask you… when was the last time the two of you engaged in…” he opened his eyes as he felt the younger Saiyans’ warm breath close to his cheek, “sex…” he whispered and then backed up, startled by how close he’d gotten.
He watched as a blush dusted across Kakarot’s cheeks. He had to refrain from unfurling his tail from around his waist and waving his tail to release certain pheromones.
“We haven’t done that since before Goten was born, Vegeta!”
That was a long time to go without, he thought. Not something he could have imagined himself doing. Although not having had his tail had helped to stave off a Saiyan’s naturally strong libido, but still, he enjoyed sex. It could be cathartic. Although even he hadn’t gotten any for several months, perhaps even a year. He didn’t remember the last time he’d done anything with anyone, or spent intimate moments with anyone but his own hand.
He just had to be patient , but if Kakarot wasn’t even heartbroken in regards to the dissolution of his marriage there was little to hold either of them back. Nothing. Except that Kakarot wanted to wait and he needed to make certain they were following proper courtship behaviors of their race. He thought they were doing pretty good thus far.
“I see.”
“Why, Vegeta?”
“I have a suspicion,” he nodded in Chichi’s direction, “that your ex-wife is suffering from an all too familiar affliction.”
“What do you mean, Vegeta? I can’t leave if Chichi is sick!”
“She’s not sick, idiot!” He huffed and cast a glance in the woman’s direction again. “Saltine crackers and ginger root. Some classic signs. Not to mention the way your eldest has been behaving toward her.”
“Eh? If she’s not sick…,” he tilted his head one way and the other, one of the ways he’d seen him get lost in thought. It wasn’t as rare a sight as he’d believed, but even when Kakarot did take the time to think things out he just wound up asking the stupidest thing. That, or bemoaning his hunger. Understandable, to him, at least, being of Saiyan biology.
He watched as Kakarot’s eyes got big and wide. Saw his jaw drop and turned on his heel to stare at Chichi.
“Chichi!”
“Kakarot!” He growled, but couldn’t keep him from going up to her.
Chichi blinked, pulled out of the heated debate between her and Videl about the pros and cons of Gohan, Videl, and Pan going on a space adventure, or even just visiting Vegetasei.
“Goku?”
“Chichi, are you going to have another baby?”
Chichi’s mouth dropped. “I-I…”
Gohan groaned. “Tousan! That’s inappropriate.”
Videl quirked a brow. “I don’t think it is, Gohan. He has a right to know, considering up until much less than a week ago, they were married.”
Goten stood up and walked over to them, leaving Trunks on the ground leaning back against one of the rocks. “I think Tousan has a right to know, Gohan. It’d be different if they hadn’t just got a divorce. What if the kid is Tousan’s?”
Gohan’s gaze flickered between his mother and his father and back again. “Well, Okkasan?”
Chichi’s shoulders slumped and she sat down once more. “There’s no way the baby could be Goku’s…”
She didn't say why , but having heard it from Kakarot, he knew it was impossible. And since Kakarot had made all three wishes on the Dragon Balls there was no way she could have wished to be pregnant with her ex-husbands progeny. It was surprising to him that wasn’t how Gohan and Goten had come into existence considering just how little Kakarot had been intimate with his wife when they’d been married. It made him wonder if it were a wish the dragon could even have been able to grant. However there were the Super Dragon Balls, if Shenron, or Porunga could not grant something. Although those were much more difficult to find considering they were scattered across two Universes.
“Well, congratulations, Chichi. I didn’t think you wanted anymore kids.” His tail swished behind him.
“I didn’t , but this happened, so of course I’m going to keep him, or her.”
“What about the father, Chichi? Is he a good guy?”
Vegeta did not think so, not when whomever the guy was, had been messing with someone’s wife. Leading to their current situation.
“Did neither of you use a glove?” Bulma walked over to them. It appeared she had been paying close attention.
Chcihi blushed. “I thought my days of becoming a mother were over.”
“We-ell… that could be my fault,” Bulma giggled.
“What!?” Gohan, Goten, Trunks, Kakarot, and Vegeta turned their heads to stare at Bulma.
Chichi shook her head. “Wh-what?”
“Well, when I used the Dragon Balls last year to wish myself a few years younger, I did the same for you, and made sure Goku’s wish came true, for the Kai to be resurrected with… Gregory and Bubbles?”
“Ah, yeah, thanks again for doing that Bulma!”
Chichi shook her head. “How many years, Bulma?”
“Well I was originally going for just five yearsfor myself. I think fifteen for you since I didn’t think to do it before. I’m surprised you, or the boys didn’t notice.”
“Oh…, I wish you’d told me.” ChiChi sighed. “I didn’t need that.” She placed a hand over her stomach and stared down at the still flat surface. “But, it’s allowed me a third child, so I guess I can’t be too upset.”
Kakarot listened before asking again, “What about the babies father? What’s he doing? Is he going to help you? Live with you?”
“He’s actually getting us a marriage license. But he doesn’t want to live here,” she looked around at Mount Paozu. “He want’s me to move back to the Ox-Kingdom. He thinks we can expand its range. And Daddy did tell me I should think about taking over from him… soon,” she gulped.
Vegeta blinked. “That’s right, you’re a princess. Maybe not of Earth as a whole, but royalty is still royalty. Gohan is your heir.”
Gohan lifted his head. “No. I’m not interested in ruling a kingdom. I didn’t even know that it was a possibility.”
Chichi glanced to Goten then, who shook his head.
“Sorry, Okkasan, but I want to stay with Trunks. Wherever he goes, I go.”
Trunks upon hearing him, got up, ran to him and tackled him with a hug. His arms around his waist and his tail around an upper thigh. The tip of which brushed against the younger teenager’s bare arm. “Goten!”
Goten chuckled. “Hey, stop that! Your tail fur tickles!” Goten’s own dark tail swished playfully under him on the mossy ground cover.
Chichi frowned. “So, you’re both going to abandon your mother for some backwards planet.”
Vegeta growled, the fur standing on end on his tail.
Gohan and Goten frowned.
Videl lightly touched Gohan’s cheek before turning to her mother-in-law. “That was quite rude, Chichi-san. It’s their Tousan’s birth planet. And they’re old enough to decide for themselves. They’ll still visit.”
Chichi shook her head and stared down at her flat abdomen again. “At least this one wont up and leave me for another planet.”
Gohan and Goten frowned, again. The corners of their mouths etched deeper than the last. Goten’s tail laid limp as he slouched.
Vegeta wondered if they might cry and braced himself for the embarrassing onslaught of tears.
Trunks nuzzled against Goten’s ear, “You’ll be fine. But if you want to stay I won’t stop you. Wherever you’re at, is home to me Goten.”
Goten purred. Blinked. Then chuckled. “I still want to go once I graduate. We’ll figure out where we want to stay after we explore a bit and learn some more about Vegetasei.”
Videl had her arms wrapped around her husbands waist, her head resting on his shoulder. “It is your decision to make, Gohan.”
“It’s for Pan… so I guess we can go visit. But I’m not leaving here - Earth - until Okkasan’s baby is born.”
Videl nodded. “That’s reasonable.”
Vegeta noticed that Bulla and Pan had found their way to each other whilst the adults hashed things out. Pan pointed at a caterpillar and Bulla laid down beside her on her stomach to watch the fuzzy creature inch across a large leaf. At least they hadn’t gotten too far away and into trouble.
Kakarot had turned around to spy on the two as well.
“So, are we all in agreement?” He asked those who milled around.
Goten and Trunks gave a thumbs up, their tails once again wrapped around each other.
Gohan and Videl smiled at them with a nod.
Bulma grinned and picked Bulla up off the ground. “Looks like we have to go and make sure the ship is in tip-top shape for your Papa and Goku.”
Bulla blinked at her mother and scowled, arms crossed. “I don’t want Papa to go.”
“We’ll be joining him after Goten graduates, Bulla.”
“But that’s so far away!” Her bottom lip jutted out as she crossed her arms over her chest.
Vegeta couldn’t help but grin, but quickly turned his head to hide his expression from view. But was drawn to look back at his daughter.
Bulma giggled. “It’ll be fine Bulla. And he’ll call us every day,” she shot the next over her shoulder with a glare cast in Vegeta’s direction, “won’t you, Vegeta?”
He gulped. “Of course!”
Bulma nodded and turned her attention back in the direction Capsule Corp was in.
Pan looked up and held out her hands to her grandfather. “Jiji!”
Kakarot grinned and lowered his tail to her. Which he wrapped around her waist and lifted her up over his head. “I’m going to miss you until your Okkasan and Tousan bring you to visit.” He lowered her to nuzzle the end of their noses to each others before carefully setting her back down to watch her run to her parents.
Vegeta hoped that by that time they’d already be on Vegetasei. He didn’t know if they’d be there before Goten’s graduation or not. They had originally intended just to go explore space.
“Kakarot…”
The younger Saiyajin in the orange and blue gi turned to him, “Vegeta?”
“Now that we have everything planned, I believe there might be something we should do before we embark on our journey.”
“What’s that?” He asked as Gohan, Videl, Pan, and Chichi went inside while Trunks and Goten walked over to stand with Bulma and Bulla.
“There are two Saiyajin who are alive right now . And I do not mean us!”
Kakarot’s brows furrowed and then he grinned. “Broly and Tarble!” His tail lifted up and curled over his shoulder and back in excitement.
“Exactly. We should try and see them both today and let them know what’s going on.”
“Do you think they’ll want to join us on Vegetasei?”
“I don't know. I don’t think Broly will be too pleased with my father being brought back if you bring him back.”
“Well, he’s your father. It’d be weird not to bring him back. I should ask Broly if he’d like to see his own father again.”
“I somehow doubt it. Even if they were close, Broly’s father did a terrible thing. And if Paragus is brought back, who knows what he’ll try to do to my own father, or myself, or Tarble for that matter.”
Kakarot frowned and looked to the sky with both hands behind his head, his tail hanging down behind him. “Yeah. But I’m still going to leave that up to Broly. We’re more than enough to handle Paragus. But he better not try and control Broly. I don’t get why anyone would do that to their own child.”
“There are some sick people out there. That or they’re too afraid to use any other means. Speaking of Broly, how has his training been coming along?”
“Pretty good so far.”
“He hasn’t exhibited any courtship rituals has he?”
“Eh?” His head snapped down and to the side to stare at him, “Why would he?”
“It’s highly likely he’s an Alpha. If he’s not, I will be surprised. I will fight for you if I have to.”
“Fight?”
Vegeta nodded. “Yes. Before a mate can be claimed, if there are others trying to court a female or a beta male. It’s instinctual. It will delay a mating, if it doesn’t outright stop a pair from ever being able to claim each other.”
“Why?”
“If the challenger loses, they have to wait to claim their mate until they defeat the other Alpha.”
“I hope the Alpha can’t make the beta do whatever they want.”
He shook his head. “They can’t. But as long as the other contender for the beta’s heart and soul can keep defeating the other contender they still have a chance. Beta’s can always change their mind. A lot of them do as they want a strong mate. However the true mate bond, which is a rare thing, and what your own parents Bardock and Gine had, is unbreakable. The Alpha and beta pair would wait forever if they had to to be together were there something keeping them apart from one another and unable to leave their claiming bites upon their other half, or third, very rarely fourth or more.”
“Oh. Well, I’m just interested in you, Vegeta. I hope Broly isn’t interested in me either. Are you sure Tarble is an Alpha?”
“I don’t know. But he’s so tiny I don’t think he could handle Broly. And I’m not talking about strength!” He glared at Kakarot only to smirk as the taller Saiyan’s face turned red.
“Well, where will we go first? Vampa, or where Tarble is?”
“Vampa. I believe it is closer and from there it will be easier to get to Tarble’s location.”
“Okay!” He grinned, his tail wagging behind him in an upward position with the end of his tail curled into the shape of a question mark before grabbing ahold of him.
Vegeta knew what was about to happen, so closed his eyes and waited until the scents changed. From lush forests, mountains, fields, and fresh lake water, to the barren swampland of the planetoid Vampa.
Opening his eyes, he spotted the tall Saiyan. A man even taller than Kakarot. Possibly taller than any other Saiyan he’d ever known.
He stood there, waiting. It wasn’t long before Kakarot let go of him and walked up to Broly. He wondered if the younger Saiyan even had any sense sometimes. They’d fought against Broly before, while fused as Gogeta.
“Hi, Broly!” Kakarot grinned up at the quiet Saiyan the end of his tail flicking from right to left.
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