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Chapter 13

Vegeta crossed the space between himself and his daughter and picked her up out of the chair, held her in one arm and brushed the cereal out of her hair. Bra giggled, smacked his face and knocked her head against his shoulder.

"Really," Bulma said, "Don't pay any attention to me, Vegeta...It's not like I'm..."

But whatever she might have said was interrupted by the big baka poofing into existence at her side, and Yamcha who squealed (really, a man his age should have learned not to squeal) when they reappeared.

"Don't do that!"

"Oh, Yamcha," Bulma said, "Did you catch the boys? Did Trunks apologize?" She dropped the dish towel that she had been using to wipe up some mess off the counter (it looked like milk) in the sink and gave Yamcha a pleasant smile.

"Vegeta, something's wrong with my son." Kakarot turned and looked at Bulma, completely ignoring the scarred moron (which was fine because Vegeta glared at the aging bastard and bared his teeth, which made Yamcha squeak and run right out the kitchen.) "Did he hit his head? Is there some alien thing that's taking over?"

"No, Goku. Sheesh. He is your son after all. You should have known he would come around eventually." She shook her head at him, then looked at the floor where Yamcha had been, then looked at him and frowned. (As if Vegeta was going to let the loser worm his way back into Bulma's life.)

"Buuuut, Bulma! Gohan's never..."

"Where's Radditz?" Vegeta asked. Bra was slobbering on his neck, she giggled in the midst of this and proceeded to slobber more. (He valiantly ignored her attempts to gross him out. He was, after all, the father in this situation and he was not going to be defeated by the likes a little drool.)

"He's with Gohan."

"Is that a great idea..." Bulma started to say, which earned her a look from Kakarot, him and Bra all at the same time. "WHAT?!" she demanded, "Every time you Saiyans get around one another you start fucking. Its inevitable and Gohan's really vulnerable right now..." She crossed her arms over her chest. "Videl left him you know. His mother died and everyone turned out to be gay around him. Leaving him with the man that kidnapped him as a child doesn't strike me as a great idea."

Vegeta shrugged.

"Vegeta...is Radditz going to try and have sex with my son?"

He considered this. WoRaddRadditz be stupid enough to go after Kakarot's oldest son? He had already done it, but then, he had taken Gohan when he was little to try and make Kakarot a saiyan. Now that Kakarot was definitely Saiyan... Radditz did like pretty people and Gohan was sort of pretty.

"Leave it be, Kakarot," Vegeta said finally.

"That means yes," Bulma said helpfully. Kakarot promptly disappeared. Once he was gone, Bulma took Bra back and wiped her slobbery face clean with yet another towel and carried her out of the kitchen and into the living room where she set his daughter in front of the tv with her toys. The program on the TV appeared to be consistent of five guys in different colored shirts and british accents singing disturbing songs.

"Why is she watching that?" he demanded. (He remembered her trying to make Trunks watch something with a large purple dinosaur and some guy in a red sweater that changed his shoes randomly at the beginning and ending of every shoe.)

"Vegeta--" she said this in that warning tone that implied he was not authorized to object to her decisions regarding their child's TV watching.

Kakarot returned again. "Bastard! Fucking perverted bastard! I'm going to castrate him and..." He noticed they were looking at him and flashed the idiot grin, scratched the back of his head and chuckled. "Oh...hi...where's Bra?"

"Where's Gohan?" Bulma asked.

Probably somewhere in the middle of nowhere with Radditz making non-covert moves on him. Maybe even they skipped the talking part that humans were so clingy to and went straight into the fight for dominance. Now that was a fight that would be truly pathetic. Boy Wonder who hadn't fight properly in years vs. I-was-never-that-great-and-have-been-dead-for-years Boy.

"He's fighting with Radditz...they said it's 'sparring'" (At least Kakarot realized that it wasn't really sparring.)

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It wasn't so much that the leering made him uncomfortable (where all saiyans gay?) but the intent behind the leering and the potential capability of Radditz to follow through with that. He had only just met the guy for the first time in years and now he had the distinct feeling that he should be shucking off his clothes.

He wasn't quite that desperate yet. At least he didn't think he was that desperate yet. But then it was almost entirely possible that the binging had injured some vital brain cells and left his ability to rationalize paralyzed until further notice. That had to be the case because he was actually looking at Radditz and considering it.

Considering how much energy it would take to knock him out. Or down. Or something far more seedy and increasingly inhuman. It was truly absurd. Just a few...years--Kami, had it really been years already--ago he had been happy with a baby on the way and a wife and everything. Perfectly normal human life that was perfectly average and everything his mother ever wanted. Hell, he didn't even like fighting.

He'd never been as good as his father at it. Fighting had never brought him anything but pain and grief. (And the knowledge that he could kill. That if he had just been strong enough that first time his father wouldn't have committed suicide to save the world.)

"You're a weakling," Radditz informed him.

Gohan just looked at him. It wasn't even worth it to try and come up with a comeback. People like Radditz didn't give a damn what you said to them because despite what you tried to show them or how hard you worked to defeat them they never really got that you were better than them. So he crossed his arms over his chest and looked at him.

"Do you know how to fight now, or do you still need your daddy to save you?"

It was because it had been so long since he’d gotten laid. That’s what Gohan blamed it on. Mental difficulties brought about by lack of sex. He was normal, healthy male half-alien that had gone without since he decided that it just was “NOT RIGHT” that his father and Vegeta were shacking up together. This was the reason that he gave Radditz a bored lood sad said: “What are we fighting for?”

There just was no other explanation for why he—the most uptight of all Saiyans and the defender of all that is oppressive and bitchy—would even think of taking Radditz up on his offer. He knew damn good and well what they were fighting for.

“I’ll tell you after I win,” Radditz said. Shook his mane of hair and just smirked at him.

Bastard.

But that didn’t stop the curiosity. He remembered Old Master Roshi once told him the reason that so many people thought he was a pervert was because he did the things they all wished that they could do. (Because everyone want sit sit around in their underwear and leer at photos of nude chicks.) Bulma had once told him—well, not so much she told him as he overheard her saying—that people only hate in other people what they hate about themselves. So he’d thrown his two-year-old tempertantrum at his father and at the end of six bottles of Jack (oh, yeah, him and Mr. Daniels were old buddies they were) he realized that the reason he was so idiotically pissed must be…

He was secretly in love with Vegeta.

When he woke up the next morning to find his brother giving him the biggest-shit-eating grin he had ever seen, he decided that maybe he wasn’t in love with Vegeta, maybe he was just—dissatisfied. Curious. Interested in the same gender.

He rewarded his insightful insight into himself by promptly passing out again. When he woke up after that he found that Goten had taken him home and left him there with a note explaining that should Yamcha show up it was all Trunks’ idea.

“Fine,” Gohan said (because honestly, what else did he have to lose?) He pulled off his shirt (it was rather uncomfortable) and his shoes, braced himself and watched Radditz grinning and doing the sahinghings. (By the way, Radditz had half the muscle tone as his father.)

The first blow was Radditz’ fist against his face, closely followed by his knee in Radditz waist and then it escalated into a lot of kicking, flying around the open landscape (he dinged the space ship and sent it plummeting into the ground.) Radditz might have been dead for a long time but he still hit pretty hard. And Gohan was desperately out of practice.

“HEY!” that was his father, whose tail was swishing behind him in annoyance. (Tail? Did he know his father had a tail? Did Radditz have a tail?) “What are you doing?!”

Gohan (stupidly) stopped blocking to pay attention to his father and Radditz naturally took advantage of this to toss him to the ground and trap him there by grabbing his hands and pinning them over his head. One of his large (mostly bare) legs was between Gohan’s and he was just grinning.

“We’re sparring, Dad,” Gohan called from under the tall bulk, and spit the black hair out of his mouth from where it fell across his face. He felt his father’s ki there for a moment or two longer, felt it spike in annoyance and then he was gone, and Gohan was left lookingat tat the rather large Saiyan that had him trapped against the ground.

“I win,” Radditz said.

“You cheated.”

“There is no cheating. We’re saiyans. Win by any means necessary.” (How nice of Radditz to inform him of this. Why, with that justification firmly in mind, he could just power up and…) Radditz held both his wrists in one hand and used the other to wrap up in his hair and pull his head back so his neck was exposed.

“We’re not fucking,” Gohan said. Hey, look at that indignant rage building up in his chest, he could feel it like something ripping out his guts and squishing fire into his chest. He watched Radditz looking at him, watched him grin and he couldn’t stand the fucking satisfaction on that man’s face. Like he was so much betthanthan him. Gohan had saved this kami-damned world and this fuck up here had died just TRYING to hurt him.

Radditz moved his hand from Gohan’s hair to his chest, ran rough fingers through the sweat and dirt on his skin and then looked back up at his eyes. “Fine.” Then he pulled back and walked away.

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Gohan: *whimper* I'm worried.

Goku: *Glower*

Trunks: *busy having sex*

Vegeta: *grin* that's my boy.

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