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Survival of the Fittest	By : 2dragonkat Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 11967 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ and its characters, they belong to Akira Toriyama. The only parts that do belong to me are the plot and the twins. I also do not make any profit/money from this either.

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Chapter 12 – "Down to Business"

WC: 5,065

Gohan screamed hoarsely into the bed, fingers ripping at the mattress. The sheets had long been shredded to tiny pieces. He was kneeling, legs spread with his dripping erection bobbing in the air. His chest was pressed to the bed, nipples being rubbed to the point of abuse as he braced his hands on the headboard.

Piccolo knelt behind Gohan. His sharp nails were digging into his thighs. His mate had just come inside him moments ago but Gohan was left unsatisfied. Not for long. Piccolo had his face buried between Gohan's ass cheeks as he lapped at his loosened and used hole. Gohan knew Piccolo had a talented tongue and he always appreciated it the most when his lover rimmed him.

Gohan shivered as Piccolo's long tongue stabbed at several particularly pleasant places inside of his body. His skin was aflame from his heat, tingling with every shift of the thick air in their room. With each hour that past his heat boiled greater and hotter within his body, driving Gohan with a carnal need to have sex over and over.

He howled into the air as his ass suddenly felt full again, like his lover's cock was back inside. His thighs trembled as Gohan braced himself on his toes, his knees leaving the mattress as his hips subconsciously lifted higher at the sensation. The full, hard feeling seemed like it was traveling through his body, going so deep inside that it was borderline painful even in the haze of his heat.

The fullness settled in his stomach and Gohan screamed as an orgasm ripped through him. His cock twitched in mid air, un-touched. His cum splattered across the mattress as his body reacted to something his mind didn't understand. At least not when he was in the throes of endless pleasure.

Gohan collapsed onto the bed with his breath coming in great huffs. Piccolo panted above him, running his hands along Gohan's sweat coated back. As he lay there, Gohan began to think about what had happened. He came to the tentative, hopeful conclusion that he had just felt himself become pregnant. The idea was supported as Gohan opened his eyes and the room didn't look nearly as red as it had before their last bout of sex.

He smiled lazily, slowly turning onto his back. Gohan's legs fell open to relax on either side of Piccolo's body where his mate still knelt on the bed. The Namek was wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, looking down at Gohan with wide eyes. He smiled at Gohan after another moment of him gazing lovingly up at his mate. One of Piccolo's large hands came down to run along Gohan's lethargic body, paying particular favor to his trembling stomach.

Gohan purred in response as his eyes lazily traced a path over Piccolo's body. A smirk formed on his lips when he caught sight of the prominent girth jutting from between his mate's thighs. He reached down and took a firm hold of Piccolo's erection. He elicited a loud groan from them both as he guided it back inside of his body. Gohan sighed and arched his back as he shifted his hips into a comfortable position in Piccolo's lap. His mate leaned over him, bracing tensed arms on either side of his head.

They breathed together as Piccolo moved within him. There was no frenzied rush for completion like before. It was just a gentle movement of their bodies swaying in harmony. Their eyes were locked as they made love and Gohan's heart seemed to sigh in contentment.

The anxiety Gohan had felt over Piccolo's excessive training seemed to bleed away with every thrust of his lover's hips. The fear and shame he still harbored over his last pregnancy floated away with every breath they shared. Gohan instead felt all the good sensations that had been overshadowed by the negative before. His love for Piccolo grew and basked in the heat their bodies shared. His joy at the prospect of having another pregnancy settled in his stomach, allowed to grow like he knew their child would.

Their simultaneous climax was quiet this time. Whether it was from a lack of vocals from their previous screams of rapture or because this end was much gentler than the ones before, Gohan didn't know. Nor did he care. All he thought about was the relief and happiness he was experiencing as Piccolo laid down on top of him. The feelings brought Gohan to tears.

Gohan held Piccolo tightly to his chest, smoothing his hands over his lover's trembling body. As they lay together his heat seemed to fade away. Gohan was left exhausted but feeling oh so content. He knew that right now a little life was starting to grow inside of him.

Gohan cried in relief as he realized without a shadow of a doubt that he was pregnant.

Radditz watched with sad eyes as his prince collapsed into the window seat his son, Goten, had just vacated. His heart ached at the shocked and broken look on Vegeta's face; the way he stared unseeingly off into the distance. His brother took a seat beside his prince. Kakarot wrapped an arm around Vegeta for comfort even though he looked just as listless as the prince did.

Radditz couldn't even begin to comprehend what the two of them were going through. To be told that two of their sons - who were bonded as soul mates - were so unhappy. For a parent it must feel like the ultimate failure.

Radditz watched silently as the two men began talking, whispering to each other as they embraced. They seemed to be talking about what they should do next. Yet the serious looks on their faces couldn't hide the sorrow in their eyes. Radditz looked down, folding his hands in his lap. He worried his bottom lip between his teeth, glancing at the his brother and prince before looking back down.

Radditz would never tell them this, but he had suspected something was off about Trunks and Goten. He had noticed immediately how in tune they were with one another. They seemed more like a couple that had been together for decades rather than a few years. Granted, Radditz had never suspected how unhappy they were, but he had noticed that as a couple they seemed different from the others he knew. Even if he had voiced his inklings to Vegeta, it appeared it was too late. He just hoped Goten and Trunks figured out their relationship.

While it could be torture for a Saiyan to spend his life without a mate, it must be an even greater torture to be stuck in an unbreakable and undesired bond.

A hand landed on his shoulder and Radditz was jogged from his thoughts. He looked up and saw his father smiling sadly at him. He returned the gesture, leaning into Bardock's side. Here was another unexpected happening of that day, the arrival of more of the Saiyan race to Earth. Radditz nuzzled into his father's neck, breathing deep and curling close. He had given up all hope of seeing this man, or any other Saiyan, when he learned that Freiza had destroyed their home planet.

Now, there were thousands of them alive.

He glanced up, staring at King Vegeta for a moment who was glancing between his son and the warrior beside him. It was a miracle that man was alive, more so than the rest of their people. He was truly the King of their species if he could survive what he had. Seeing his own father alive had been a great enough shock. Radditz had nearly had a heart attack when he saw the King.

Radditz had just been finishing up making a large breakfast when his brother had transported into the kitchen with everyone in tow. He had given an embarrassing squeal at the unexpected appearance of so many people at once. Radditz had first noticed his prince's worried face along with Keigo's crying visage, which told him something was very wrong. Then he had seen Bardock and King Vegeta and he had fallen to his knees from shock.

Vegeta had left the room right after they had arrived, a murderous but still anxious look on his face. Kakarot had quickly and choppily explained things to Radditz. Through his brother's rushed account he had pieced together most of the story. Keigo had had a vision of Saiyans arriving and he and Takeo had gone to see. His father had had his own vision which saved a small portion of their population from Frieza's wrath. The King had broken his neck but had survived. Now about 20,000 of their species orbited the Earth, searching for a new home now that Frieza was dead.

Any more explanation from his brother was cut off by Vegeta's outraged call. He had come storming into the kitchen saying their "sensu beans" were gone. Whatever those were. Radditz was clueless but it seemed important. The twins had then been taken to their room which he had straightened out earlier. Everyone else was ushered into the living room just as Goten arrived with his shocking news.

"Radditz."

He looked up, standing up from his seat next to his father as his brother approached him. Radditz gave a smile that wasn't returned. Kakarot laid a hand on his shoulder, looking serious. "I need you to stay here with everyone. Geta and I need to go out and..." Kakarot trailed off, glancing over his shoulder at his prince who was looking dejectedly out the window. "...run some errands. If we're not back in time make sure the twins get to bed and that everyone gets fed."

His brother spared a light glare at the Royal Guard their father had introduced as Brolli. The large man didn't notice the look, or much else for that matter. He had been in a daze since they had arrived, not even noticing Goten's tirade. He just sat next to King Vegeta and seemed to be thinking very hard about something.

Radditz placed a hand on his brother's shoulder and when he smiled widely this time it was returned. Albeit only slightly. "I'll take care of things here. You and Prince Vegeta do what you have to do," he said, giving his brother's shoulder a squeeze. "But you owe me."

"Thank you, Radditz," Kakarot said before turning and leaving the room with Prince Vegeta following closely behind him.

Radditz sighed when they were gone, turning to look at the three other Saiyans in the room. He chuckled and scratched the back of his head in nervousness. "So...anyone hungry?"

Goku flew through the clouds. His clothes were dampened from the moisture within them. Any other time he would have been happily winding around each puffy cloud but not today. Today he had business to attend to.

He was trying with all of his might to stay focused on his task: to retrieve more sensu beans. It was difficult though, as the words his son Goten had shouted in pain still resonated in his ears. Goku shook his head, trying to dislodge the startling realizations from his mind. He put on a burst of speed and turned his body vertical when he reached the pole the Look Out rested on.

Goku passed through the last of the clouds in his way, shaking his head of the water droplets that landed on his face and hair. He slowed down when he reached Korin's place that sat on the pole a few miles below the lookout. Goku touched down just inside one of the windows, seeing the wise old feline meditating.

"Korin," he called, wanting to put on one of his cheerful smiles for his old friend but he wasn't able to. All he managed was a halfhearted attempt.

The cat turned towards him, standing up from his kneeling position. "Ah, Goku. It's good to see you. I was expecting you."

"You were?" That was a little unexpected, maybe Korin just meant it as a figure of speech.

"Yes. You have some unexpected guests and need answers."

Goku scratched his head in confusion. "Actually I need sensu beans. But you're right about the guests part."

"So you don't want answers to the questions you have?" Korin said with a annoyingly knowing grin.

"Umm, what questions would those be exactly?" Goku asked as he scratched the back of his head. He knew he wasn't the brightest crayon in the box but Korin always seemed to make him feel more lost than usual.

"Come now Goku, I thought you were smarter than that. Your questions are obvious. Why is your brother alive? What will the arrival of the Saiyans mean for you and yours? What should you do to appease that which the Saiyans seek?" Korin said, tapping his staff on the ground.

Goku brightened a bit and smiled. Maybe he would get more than sensu beans from this trip. "Oh... well... yeah those are questions I have. What are the answers?"

"First the sensu beans. Because they were your original purpose for coming here."

Koron moved slowly, painfully slowly. Now that he knew them, Goku was anxious to hear the answers to the questions Korin had posed. The old feline must be teasing him with how wretchedly slow he was moving. Eventually Korin appeared at his side with a small sack of sensu beans. "It's not much," Korin rasped. "But it should do you just fine."

"Thank you my friend," Goku said earnestly, pocketing his precious stash. "Now the answers?"

"Your brother is alive because I saved him."

Goku's eyes widened and his knees nearly buckled in shock. "What! Why? I mean I'm glad because he's a nice guy, but back then he was a bad guy."

"Because I was told to."

"By who?"

"By Grand Kai. He told me it wasn't your brother's time and that I needed to save him. He has an important part to play in your family's future."

Goku was stunned into silence for a moment. He remembered Grand Kai from his time in Otherworld. He was a bit eccentric yet still powerful and wise. Goku had never known for the Kais to get involved in mortal matters. At least at this small of a scale. Majin Buu had been a much bigger problem so of course the gods had to get involved. But for his family? It made Goku worry a bit that there was more in store for his family than what they had already gone through. "And what part is that?" Goku asked hesitantly.

"I don't know. All I know is that he needed to be alive." Korin said with a flip of his paw, turning to walk to one of the windows of his home.

"What about the Saiyans?" Goku asked as he followed his friend.

"They will change your life irrepealably, by giving new purposes and meaning to every member of your family."

Goku swallowed thickly, not enjoying the implications of what Korin had just said. There was a sense of foreboding in that statement, implying things weren't going to just be sunshine and kittens from now on.

There was still one more question left to get an answer to. "How am I supposed to 'appease that which they seek,'" Goku asked anxiously. He hoped this didn't involve some kind of sacrifice.

"Now I'm sure you can figure that out. What do you always turn to when things become difficult?" Korin said, looking up at Goku with a raised eyebrow.

Goku thought for a moment, one hand on his chin and the other resting on his hip. His forehead wrinkled as he wracked his mind for the answer. Then it came to him.

"The Dragonballs!" He cried out in triumph.

Korin nodded, his annoyingly knowing smile still on his face. Goku laughed happily, relieved that one problem had been solved. Now he just needed the Dragon Radar. That brought a frown to his face. The Radar was at Capsule Corps, which meant seeing Bulma and asking her for help. A prospect Goku wasn't looking forward to. But he would. It was his duty as protector of the Earth and head of his family.

Goku put a smile back on his face as he waved at Korin, feet lifting off the ground. "Thanks for all of your help, Korin," he said, flying over the ledge.

"Anytime, Goku," Korin called after him.

Goku dived into the clouds, laughing happily as water droplets formed on his cheeks. He did a gleeful loop-de-loop, watching as the clouds changed shapes as he passed. Maybe things would work out this time. Goku really wanted one less thing to worry about and he knew Vegeta did too. So he would deal with Bulma if it meant being able to satisfy their new guests.

Goten wiped his nose of his sleeve as he bent over an open capsule. His tears hadn't stopped falling since he returned from his parent's house. He had tried to be a grown-up about the situation but it had gone out of his control. Instead he had acted like a child, shouting out all of his pain before running home and crying like a baby.

Now though, he was returning to what he needed to do. Packing for his own trip.

Goten slowly gathered up clothes, money and other essentials to be stored away in the capsules he had. He'd also be taking their house along for the ride. To both keep it safe and use in an emergency if he couldn't find a place to sleep on his travels. He'd only use it though in an absolute emergency, though. Being in that house that had never quite become a home brought back memories he wanted to bury for the next few years.

Goten was just finishing up packing his clothes when he felt it; his papa's approaching chi. He heaved a sigh, part annoyance, part worry. He could only imagine what Vegeta had to say to him now. Goten wasn't really in the mood to listen. He knew he should though. If he didn't his papa would follow him to the ends of the Earth to speak his piece. Goten abandoned his packing to walk outside, sitting down on the front steps of the house to wait.

Vegeta was in his line of sight moments later, touching down in front of him silently. They stared at one another for a while, not saying a word. His papa seemed conflicted and unsure over what to say. An unusual thing considering he was usually the only one in their family who could always find words to say. Goten wasn't going to help him find the words. He would just sit and wait for the ranting vent he knew was coming.

"Why didn't you tell me," his papa suddenly blurted.

Goten just shrugged his shoulders and scratched the back of his head. "Because you wouldn't understand," he said eventually.

"You're damn right I don't understand. I don't understand why you two would fake your happiness and not ask for help from the people who love you," Vegeta retorted, arms gesturing wildly.

"Because it's not their problem, it's ours. In the end we're the only ones who will fix this mess. Even though we were jealous of how happy you all were and how much attention you and Dad gave Gohan and the twins...we never wanted to take that happiness away by dragging everyone into our problems."

Vegeta sighed, sounding more defeated than Goten had ever heard him before. His papa uncrossed his arms and relaxed his angry stance. He came and sat down next to Goten, staring out into the forest beyond. Eventually Vegeta wrapped an arm around Goten's shoulders, bringing them close so their temples touched.

"Well what's done is done. But you wouldn't have been burdening us Goten. Yes, it would have made everyone upset but what's the point of having a group of people who care for you if you can't share your good times and bad. You're a part of this family and that means your problems are everyone's problems," Vegeta said quietly.

Goten bowed his head a bit. A part of him acknowledged his papa's words...but it still didn't change how he felt. The last thing Goten and Trunks had wanted to do was to smash the perfect little bubble of soul mate happiness their family had with their own screw up. He stayed silent.

"I just wish I had noticed," Vegeta spoke up after a while. "I should have. I've raised both of you since you were cubs. Maybe...maybe if the twins weren't around I would have noticed."

Goten was quick to shut that thought from his papa's mind. The last thing anyone needed was blame being tossed around like a hot potato. He and Trunks had gone through that over the years as the situation got worst between them. Nothing good came from it. So it was best not to do it in the first place.

"Don't think like that, Papa," he murmured, reverting back to his childhood name for the man next to him. "It's not their fault and it's not yours. It just happened and Trunks and I are trying to fix it."

Vegeta slumped against his side for a moment, taking a deep breath before straightening up. He pulled back from Goten and looked him up and down. He thought he saw a hint of a smile on the man's face, but it could have been the light.

"So you're planning to leave?" his papa asked softly.

"Yeah. I want to be gone until Trunks gets back. He and I will stay in touch though." Goten reassured.

"That's good to hear. I can see I can't stop you. So be safe, for my sake. Tell my wayward son that the next time you speak to him." His papa said.

Goten could tell though, that saying these things was not what Vegeta wanted to say. He was letting them mess up their lives on their own and not stepping in to clean up the mess. It made Goten smile a little more genuinely. His papa was treating him like an adult.

"Sure Pops."

Vegeta stood up as if to leave and Goten followed suit. "You stay in touch with us too," his papa said sternly without looking at Goten. "At least with Gohan. He won't be happy to hear what's happened so you'll need to call him often so he keeps calm. The last thing he needs is any added stress."

"Why do you say that?"

"Why do you think? His heat was this week and he's trying again."

Goten didn't need to ask what Gohan was trying for, they all knew. He hadn't understood as a kid why Gohan had disappeared for months on end for no reason the older members of their family were willing to tell. Now he knew about the miscarriage and how big of a deal trying again was for Gohan. Goten smiled at his papa and nodded his acquiesce.

There was still one thing though that Goten didn't understand. He wanted to know, even the abbreviated version, before he left.

"Who were those men in your living room?" Goten asked, smiling sheepishly when Vegeta gave him a raised eyebrow look. "I know it's probably a long story but I'd feel better leaving if I know. I'm sure Trunks would like to know too."

Vegeta nodded slightly before looking up at the sky. "They're family. Well at least two of them are. Your grandparents actually, my father and Kakarot's papa. They, along with a small portion of our species, had survived Freiza's slaughter and had been hiding in space. With that bastard gone now they've come searching for other survivors and a new home. I'm not sure what's going to happen now." His papa trailed off, looking up back down to Goten. "I'm just glad that our family isn't the last anymore."

Goten had listened to the story fervently, like he used to listen to his papa's bedtime stories as a kid. His face went through a barrage of expressions, traveling from shock to worry to happiness as his papa spoke. He wanted to ask more questions but Goten resisted. Vegeta had insisted he stay in touch with his older brother so Goten was sure he would hear all the details eventually. For now his curiosity was satisfied and Goten could leave without many worries.

"Thanks, Pops," he said softly.

Vegeta nodded and reached out to hug him. Goten eagerly returned the embrace. "Stay safe," his papa murmured into his ear.

"I will."

"Good. Now get out of here before I kick your ass for shouting at me earlier."

"Yes sir."

They hugged tightly again and Goten felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes when they let go. Then his papa was gone, soaring into the air and leaving Goten to finish his packing.

Radditz slowly walked down the hallway. He had just left the living room at the insistence of his king. He was a little reluctant because he was having a wonderful time reconnecting with his dad. But the glare King Vegeta had given him scared Radditz quickly out of the room.

His ears pricked up when he heard rustling coming from down the hall. Radditz followed the sound to the library, finding the Royal Guard, Brolli, standing and staring at the pictures on the far wall. Radditz wasn't very inclined to disturb the man but they had yet to really talk. Since Radditz had been a guard himself once, maybe that similarity could open the doorway for a friendship.

Radditz crept into the room, walking with enough weight to his steps so that the other Saiyan knew he was there. The last thing Radditz wanted was a fist to the face because he startled Brolli. The Saiyan glanced over his shoulder once Radditz was half way across the room. The big man said nothing nor did he give any kind of sound like a sigh that might hint at his mood. Their eyes locked for a moment and Radditz froze in worry. Then Brolli turned back to looking at the pictures.

After a moment Radditz moved forward again until he was by the Saiyan's side. He glanced down at the arm Brolli had in a sling before looking up at his face. Radditz gave a quick friendly smile towards the other man before following the guard's line of sight. His smile widened at the picture he saw.

"I love that image," he murmured affectionately.

The picture was of his brother and prince a few days after their twins were born. Vegeta was laying in bed, his hair drooping and eyes ringed from fatigue. Even so he looked radiant. He was smiling in a bright and happy way that Radditz had never seen before. Vegeta held one son in each arm. Kakarot sat by his mate's side, smiling not at the camera but Vegeta. His eyes were so painfully loving it made Radditz's heart year for a mate to look at him the same way. His brother had one arm around Vegeta's shoulders and the other rested under his prince's arms to help support the little ones.

"I do not understand..." Brolli spoke up suddenly, breaking Radditz from his admiration of the picture.

"What is it?" Radditz asked quietly.

"How can he be mated to that...nobody? It doesn't make sense. He was supposed to be mine," Brolli muttered, reaching out to trace Prince Vegeta's smiling face through the glass of the picture frame.

"But...they're soulmates." Radditz replied softly.

"I know that! I know. But...but I...is it possible to be destined for more than one?"

Radditz cocked his head in confusion, glancing at the picture before looking back at Brolli's twisted features. The guard looked so bewildered and angry.

"I don't believe so. We dream of our destined mate and they dream of us. I've never heard of there being room for a third."

"Then why..." Brolli trailed off, sounding so defeated.

"Why what?"

"Why do I dream of Prince Vegeta?"

Radditz could not stop himself from gasping and he quickly clasped a hand of his mouth. He stared with wide, disbelieving eyes at Brolli. What was he saying...? It didn't make any sense!

"Are you sure it's him? We really only see the shadows of our mates so sometimes it might be hard to tell..."

Brolli was glaring at him now, his upper lip curled in ager. "How many Saiyans do you know have hair like fire?" Brolli hissed, turning away from the pictures to go look out the window to the back yard.

Radditz didn't need to answer because they both knew what his response would be. Only members of the royal family had hair like fire. King Vegeta and his son were the only ones left, though. It just didn't make sense. The prince was already mated to his soulmate and Radditz had never heard of a Saiyan with two mates. It wasn't possible.

He looked at Brolli's turned back and Radditz felt awful. He had no idea what to say to try and ease the guards dilemma. What was there to say? That there was an illegitimate member of the royal family floating around in space. Unlikely. King Vegeta had always made it known that Prince Vegeta was his only son.

Brolli was still having the dreams though, which meant his soul mate was still alive. Radditz had stopped having his after their planet was destroyed, informing him that his soulmate had died with the millions of other lives Freiza had eliminated. So...maybe there was some unnamed child of the royal line out there somewhere. It made more sense than Vegeta having two mates.

Radditz approached Brolli and laid a hand on the shoulder of his injured arm. He smiled as best as he could at the upset guard. After a few long moments Brolli gave a very miniscule smile in return. The man still wasn't cheered up, Radditz could tell that much. As he stood there next to a fellow guard Radditz vowed that he would be there for Brolli from now on.

Since Brolli sure looked like he could use a friend.

AN: Sorry for the delay, hope ya'll enjoyed the chapter.

I apologize for the utter delay this took. If it's any consolation, it's not just this story. My life has been hectic (new job, moving, holiday season) and I've been too pooped to do anything beyond what I have to do. And unfortunately writing is a hobby and doesn't put bacon on the table so it goes on the backburner of my life sometime. Also my internal muse decided to take a vacation without clearing it with me first and I've ended up with a bit of a block. It's mostly gone now (taking a break for the holidays has been nice). So for now, I'm back on track. I will try very hard to update more regularly. If not, understand it's likely I'm passed out on my keyboard. If nothing else I will try to update my profile if I can't dish out some chapters so ya'll know what's going on (I forgot to do that this time and again, I apologize).

I hope you all have a wonderful end of the year. Happy Holidays to everyone. Hope ya'll are safe and sound with your family and loved ones.

Next time on Survival of the Fittest:

"Wish granted"

And that's all I'm going to say on that. Yes, I'm being a right meanie teasing you but I'm in a rush and couldn't do more. TTFN
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