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Thirteenth Chapter

The first few days on the ship there was nothing but silence between the travelers. Fronshir would smile warmly every time Vegeta showed his face but the Saiyan did little more than “hnm” in return.

Vegeta had brought one of the three refrigerators upstairs and plugged it into the wall for Fronshir so that he would not be disturbed whenever the man got hungry. There were other problems arising, however. One was that the only stove was downstairs and the other was that although there was one bathroom upstairs and one downstairs, there was only one shower and it was in the lower bunker.

            Fronshir woke up to a rather odd sound, like metal clanking up against metal at a strange beat. He welcomed the change to silence, actually, and was curious to know what the other man was doing but he was not about to simply go down and have a look. He got up, since he knew he would not be able to sleep further with the brushing sounds disturbing him, and sighed. The only thing he could do was wait patiently to see if Vegeta would explain himself or not.

            His predicament wasn’t so bad, he knew. Fronshir had plenty of space and Vegeta had brought up books for him to read, which he was thankful for, he enjoyed reading immensely, and all of it was new material. Vegeta did allow him access to the shower and gave him permission to go throughout the ship and use anything he liked as he pleased while they were both awake and aware.

            Still, he could tell there was something bothering Vegeta, besides his presence, and he felt a little awkward about his station here on the ship. He had heard rumors of the Prince’s pride and of his anger and those are the last two things he intended on shaking up. He wanted more than anything for the two of them to be comfortable while spending this time together. After all, they had another eight months or so to go.

            Fronshir’s people, Horedan’s, are a meditative people who derive fun in games of the mind and intellectual stimulation. He had no problem keeping himself occupied with a few games that he had tucked away in his belongings but you can only entertain yourself for so long in that avenue. He’d been stuck on that ship in the same spot for nearly three months by the time Vegeta passed by, and he’d been nearing his breaking point. It’s a strange thing, to find yourself remarkably uncertain of your future, floating in the midst of nothingness. The stagnant period for him had been draining, with little hope of moving forward, he was interested in direct contact with another now more than anything. That and Prince Vegeta was so different from what he was used to.

            However, he knew he ought to keep his mouth shut on certain things that the man might not understand or necessarily be interested in knowing, like the fact that he can communicate telepathically, that might make Vegeta uncomfortable, it does most other species. He was beginning to get the idea that Vegeta had some things he didn’t wish to discuss with him either, though for Vegeta that seemed like everything.

Fronshir was curious about him, though. Horedans, being of their mental capacity and nature, remained untouched by Freeza’s reign, but he’d heard well of the terrors that the Cold Empire caused, the fate of the Saiyans not being something that went unspoken of.

            He could still remember to this day his parents talking about the destruction of Planet Vegeta and the survival of their prince. Most races feared the Saiyan’s greatly, understanding them to be nothing but ruthless savages, but it is a Horedan’s honor and duty to understand the base nature of every being and so they overlook what’s in the foreground. Fronshir was still maturing as a young adult and did not get all the implications being talked about back then, but the number one point of discussion was the sheer willpower and credibility the Prince must have should he ever walk out of his dungeon alive.

            Many long years have passed since then and now the name of a Saiyan who goes by “Goku” is nearly all anyone talks about when the Saiyan’s are brought up. Goku who defeated Freeza and his men on Namek, it was a remarkable story that many of the Horedan’s have added to their textbooks as great literature. After all, what is a culture if it cannot learn from others mistakes as well as its own? Not to mention, to be rid of the likes of Freeza in the universe, anyone would be wise to show their respects.

            Fronshir assumed Vegeta knew Goku, having heard of the prince’s presence of Namek as well, but there were few details that went along with the story. Time passes so quickly and the battle was waged so far away, Fronshir didn’t want to be made into a fool by mentioning something he wasn’t entirely sure of. Certainly, the last thing he wanted to do was strike up bad memories by bringing up Freeza’s name at all. Not only that, Vegeta was traveling alone and it seemed like a stretch but for some reason, Fronshir believed that he had no true destination.

            He knew in his gut his intuition was on point but awkward, as stated before, is the very simplest that he could put it. Was Vegeta lost? That didn’t make any sense he’d spent his entire life in space travel, he must know how to properly navigate and he definitely knows how to handle himself.

            Fronshir willed the thoughts from his mind, easing into other matters. Eventually he would have to explain to Vegeta his predicament, which he wasn’t sure he wanted to yet, at least not in its entirety. All in all, he was willing to take any time necessary with these matters.

            He felt rumbling, Vegeta’s cursing echoed and an even louder bang followed. He could not imagine what the man was doing making all that noise. He silently wondered if they were even going to make it to Horeda. Two seconds later Vegeta hovered upstairs and stomped, making a noise that Fronshir could only describe as a growl, as he made his way through his ship. Fronshir could not take his eyes from the man, his strength and power caused a blue glow to form around his body, he could see his muscles rippling through his clean, white tank top.

            Vegeta pressed a button on a well hidden panel on a random piece of steel which was part of the wall. It opened quickly and revealed various materials of replacement slabs, glass, metal chunks, rods, etc. Vegeta walked inside of the deep closet. Fronshir was leaning to the right from his seat on his bed nearly horizontal in his efforts to see what he was doing. A moment later Fronshir sat up as Vegeta emerged, the door closing on its own, arms full of rectangular semi-thick sheets of metals which must have been much heavier than he made them seem. Vegeta only gave him a quick glance while he continued to the hole which leads to the lower compartment, jumping through it and landing with no noise.

            Fronshir got up to grab some breakfast after that, not wanting to waste anymore time.

            Vegeta looked over at the hole he’d made in the wall and tried not to get more irritated by it. He couldn’t believe he was going through all of this effort though he knew why it was necessary. Honestly he was just angry that now he’d have to fix it or suffer its company as well.

He threw up another sheet of metal and used his ki to fasten it to the one next to it by melting the metals together. He’d already built up over half of the wall dividing his room so that his bed and personal belongings were separated from the shower and kitchen area when he ran out of material. He didn’t mean for this to become such the ordeal it was but it was difficult to work with the metals available to him and he still hadn’t figured out how he was going to make a “door.”

He picked up another plate and did much the same as before, attempting to finish this up sooner rather than later. By the time he was finished he’d left a good sized gap at one end which was supposed to be his entry way and was completely unimpressed by his handiwork. He grumbled as he walked through to the other side to see it from the outer perspective. It just looked like different pieces of metal melted together in a make shift wall, which was exactly what it was. He groaned aloud, now he would have to look at a hole in the wall and a sorry excuse for one for who knows how long. He put his hand down at the counter near the stove and tried to just be thankful he had the materials to make this happen though he only really wanted to slap someone, mainly Bulma.

He’d been resisting a lot of urges lately though, and figured he’d make it. He headed up the stairs to finally speak to the man he was living with.

“Fronshir,” Vegeta’s deep voice startled the other man, who was trying to put something together to eat. He turned and looked at Vegeta expectantly, “I’ve divided the room so you may come and go at any time as you wish.” Vegeta approached the other man, his eyes on the sandwich Fronshir seemed to be trying to hide. Vegeta told him with some amusement, “You could cook something, if you’d rather do that.”

Fronshir noticed the smirk on the handsome Saiyan’s face and blushed, laughing, “It’s not so bad, is it?”

“Have you ever made a sandwich for yourself?” Vegeta smirked and turned to leave before remembering the other reason he came up here. He headed towards another compartment Bulma had set up and hoped his memory would serve him well and that the items in this one would be of a different make.

Vegeta revealed another closet to Fronshir’s surprise as he watched him lean inside. Vegeta was grateful there were towels, blankets, sheets, and spreads in this one. He grabbed two grey covers and brought them downstairs with him.

Vegeta pressed the cloth into the metal with his fingers and closed the metal over top of it, fastening it, all the way up the side and over the top, one blanket folded up a few times on the outside so that there were layers and one done the same way on the inside. Now he was able to lift the blanket up where it touched the wall and he walked through the layers. It was good enough, solid so that you could not see through it and it was comforting to have the whole way blocked off now, if only for privacy’s sake.

            Vegeta walked back through and headed over to the stove and fridge to make something to eat after noticing how hungry he was. A few minutes later Fronshir climbed down the ladder to join him. It would be the first time Vegeta didn’t leave his presence.

            “Ah, I see, now,” Fronshir smiled at the wall, “very good!”

            Vegeta eyed him as he went on gathering things out of the refrigerator.

            “You know,” Fronshir looked back at him, a half grin on his face, “I’m an excellent cook. I would love to make something for you.” Vegeta did not stop what he was doing as he considered the offer being made. “Please,” Fronshir put his hand on the pan that Vegeta held in his, “allow me.”

            Vegeta stared at him, “I eat a lot of food.”

            Fronshir smiled and laughed, not understanding why he told him that.

            Vegeta let go of the pan as Fronshir took over, not explaining himself any further. He stood by, taking in the elementary appearance of his new quarters. He hadn’t really had much time to consider things since Fronshir showed up. He was too busy trying to figure out ways to make accommodations and explain, even if only to himself, what had come over him.

            He didn’t dislike the man and was only slightly disturbed by his presence, but that wasn’t Fronshir’s fault. It took him a whole forty eight hours to realize that the foreign Prince had some sort of psychic abilities and although Vegeta wanted to find out more about him, he didn’t want to necessarily return the favor.

            “Thank you,” Fronshir interrupted his thoughts as company tends to do, “for all of your efforts in obliging me. I know that it was unexpected.”

            Vegeta looked over, watching as the food on the stove top sizzled and the water came to a boil. Finally he inquired, “You said that there are people who would try to kill you. What did you do?”

            Fronshir smiled, looking down at the food he was preparing and not into Vegeta’s eyes, “It’s not what I did that they wish to kill me for, although,” he gave him a quick, nervous, glance, “It’s complicated.” When he looked up to see Vegeta’s face he seemed intent on hearing him out. “I’m the first born son of my line and as such I am supposed to be receiving the crown. However, Mralidal, who is supposed to be my future wife, is a terrible witch.”

            Vegeta “Hah!”ed, dimly amused, but only smirked when Fronshir gave him a sideways look.

            Fronshir seemed to feel a little more at ease and laughed a little himself, “She is a princess of another line on Horeda, with plenty of problems of her own aside from our prearranged marriage. Neither of us is interested in the other. I prefer men for one,” he moved about the kitchen, putting spices on the food and swapping plates out for others, then he continued, “her sister, whom I did not know was her sister at the time, lay in my bed once before, and now she claims that she is pregnant and that it is mine. But it is simply impossible.”

            “Why is that?” Vegeta asked, curious and very entertained by his predicament.

            “Well, her timeline is off for one but the main reason I know is because I cannot produce,” He looked in his eyes, seriously, “Imagine, the whole planet in an uproar, I had only learned about my condition a few months prior to her ‘declaration’ and wished in all honesty to keep it to myself. When I deny their accusations no one will believe me,” he shook his head, “I had been on the fence about telling my father before this whole mess but then I had no choice. What’s a king who cannot give an heir? I would have to denounce the crown to my younger brother. By the time I got the courage to tell my King the whole truth he still would not listen out of shock and discouragement and…”

            Vegeta understood now what he meant by complicated. There was probably more to it than what he’d just explained but he could understand his hesitation in explaining the matters further. He probably would not have shared this information had he not felt that he owed it to him.

            “I left vowing to return when the child was born and they could prove the paternity. Upon my leave many of the men who are loyal to Mralidal’s line have promised to have me killed, whether by hire or their own hand. Not only that, a lot of the Reguidor’s have misunderstood my course of action, taking my leaving as abandonment, and my father dare not reveal the truth, much less regard it,” he turned his body towards Vegeta and looked into his eyes. He hesitated, “Besides that if the wrong person found out I was stranded the way that I was they might attempt to hold me for ransom for our people’s valuables,” He shook his head again, “If only they knew how little I care for the crown and power. Alireete, my brother, will be a much better King than I.”

            Vegeta “hmphed” but left his troubles at that. He could read between the lines enough to see that Fronshir had something else going on in that story, though he couldn’t decide what, and they both sort of wished to leave it at that. Not to mention he wasn’t about to tell his story.

            Still Vegeta wondered on a few things, a discussion for another time he supposed, the food smelled good and he was eager to have some of it.

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            Goku was very open to the idea of Trunks, Goten, and Gohan returning to the Saiyan campsite but he stayed abroad. It’s not that he isn’t interested in them or doesn’t want to meet any of them, his curiosities were sparked upon sight and mind filled with intrigue, but he couldn’t bring himself to feel comfortable enough to actually go see them. He’d spent his entire life claiming that Earth was his home and that he didn’t care about where he was from. He didn’t think it’d be right if he changed his mind now.

            He’d left quickly before; a lot more on his mind with all the information Von handed over. The number one thing that Von had kept saying during their visit, besides the fact that he was King and would be King, was that he wanted his trust. Why had he been so intent on getting that message across? Was he trying to hide something? Maybe Von knows something that Goku doesn’t and he’s attempting to play him to his advantage?

            Goku figured that trust wasn’t the main issue that he had with these Saiyans, and he didn’t see it calculating much into the grand scheme of things, but he would be on guard about all of these people nonetheless, including Von, as innocent as he seemed to be. Goku really didn’t know much about any of them and he didn’t know if he should even be allowing them to stay in the first place although they weren’t acting like much of a terror. The worst thing they’d done was bring down some of the forest for fire and houses and kill some of the animals for meat, that’s not such a terrible crime.

            Goku couldn’t spend all of his time watching over this culture. His thoughts were consumed with other things and his heart was intent on his own life, not theirs.

Vegeta entered his dreams again, over and over, taking precedence in his thoughts whenever he could. He swore, sometimes it didn’t feel like it was his own dreams he was having or like it was only a dream. There was something vivid in the way Vegeta spoke to him, his voice crisp and clear, still with the small accent, and the heat his body contained when they touched, the ghost-like lingering of every caress was too real to deny. When they kissed, their tongues sliding across soft lips and into each other’s mouth, bodies pressing against the other’s skin, the added warmth, it didn’t seem to be just in his imagination. Vegeta smirked at him and looked away, laughing quietly the way he used to when they were alone together. Goku held onto him, strong arms embracing from behind, bringing him so close a fit next to his body, his scent wafting into his senses, serenading him. Goku couldn’t tell if Vegeta was mocking him in his dreams by remaining ignorant to what was going on in his reality or that Goku just missed the other man so much the visions were what he really wanted above all else.

            He was mad at Von for only one thing; making the statement that he and Vegeta were together. It should have been something solidifying, an opportunity for him to just deny it and be done with it, but the only thing it did was spark up emotions that he thought were much smaller and insignificant. He and Vegeta had been a couple, to some degree, and he had broken up with him. Why did he do that when what they had seemed so… absolute?

Goku watched as his sons and Trunks finally landed just outside of the Saiyan’s small part in this world (He’d arrived first on the outskirts of town due to his IT technique and waited for the others).

He could see the renewal in Gohan and it made him happy. He didn’t know that Gohan had such an interest in his Saiyan side, though he figured he should have noticed it by now. It was slowly dawning on him over the past year that there were a lot of things about Gohan that he didn’t know. He was glad for his son if this place made him feel welcome and he wished in some way he was willing to take part if only for his children’s sakes.

He watched as Gohan and Von locked eyes but they were both being pulled in opposite directions by different groups of people. He saw Goten and Trunks finding their acquaintances from the previous night and starting up their ruckus all over again. He remembered that he never did talk to Piccolo last night about what he had seen and the Namek’s presence was no where near the area today. He wished he could bring himself to go down there, but he didn’t see where he could fit in, and he didn’t want to fit in without Vegeta.

But how was he supposed to get a hold of Vegeta now?

He knew that it was best to admit to himself, especially now, that the reason he couldn’t feel Vegeta once he’d left had little to do with his distance. By all means, he should have been able to sense him, but he knew that Vegeta had severed the connection as much as possible right as he took off, not even giving him the opportunity to track him. When Bulma had asked whether or not he could sense Vegeta, he knew that through his strenuous efforts it had been a while since he’d felt him at all and that the last place he’d seen him he didn’t even know what planets they were called or where they were located.

Besides, even if he were to get ahold of Vegeta would he even listen to a word he had to say? Doubtful.

Even more bothersome; another band of Saiyans was on their way here now. They must be excited since they seemed to have speeded up their travels over night. They would arrive in just over one month.

Goku knew that Von was expecting him to come and be a part of their society but it wasn’t something he could imagine himself doing, especially not when they all regarded him as their King. His thoughts kept going back to Vegeta on that note. His youngest was right as he’d put it earlier, ‘Vegeta would be so mad!’ This situation was no joke.

He wondered why things had to happen the way that they did and in the order they did and not for the first time. Why did he have to go through that damn transformation and become involved with Vegeta to a point where it could not be overlooked? Why couldn’t they have gotten some type of a warning that these people were on their way before Vegeta left? Why did he have to go and make Vegeta feel like he had to leave the entire planet behind? Why didn’t he say something to him the day that he left?

He’d been thinking a lot on these matters and he realized he’d been placing the blame on the wrong person. He wanted to blame Vegeta for not coming to see him when really he should have been blaming himself for not attempting to go to him. He realized he can’t just say Vegeta’s stubborn tendencies are the reason that things went down the way that they did when his lack of effort on the matter was just as much a part of the problem. There was no reason he couldn’t have asked Vegeta any question that he might have had. That goes for all of them. Hell, Vegeta had been, in a way, so welcoming to him. He had let him…

It doesn’t matter now. He made the mistake of letting Vegeta walk out of their lives when only he could have stopped him. It was increasingly upsetting. Why did it take him so long to figure it out? Why did it take a new world full of their people to get him to realize that he’d made such a huge mistake? Why was he willing to allow Vegeta to leave their families behind in the first place? To leave him behind? Why had he ever tried to deny Vegeta’s part in his life?

Not only did he deny it, he deliberately pushed Vegeta away.

There was something else that still bothered Goku about all of that and he couldn’t seem to put all the pieces together.

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Bulma couldn’t believe everything that she’d heard at first that day. Trunks and Goten came to her claiming, beyond comprehension, that there were Saiyans on the planet. Not just two or three, but at least a hundred of them, flying around, playing with their families, making homes and settling down, just enjoying life. She still couldn’t believe it after nearly four weeks.

Not only that, Goku had come by later claiming that the other travelers on their way were Saiyan’s too. She was literally days away from the arrival and still no one had brought her to take a good look at the newly arrived peoples. She was bound and determined to travel her own little butt down to see them herself and take a good look at what all the fuss was about.

She still couldn’t believe it, (she noticed that was her new mantra) especially after hearing that they named Goku King! She knew there were Saiyans and she knew something was up but it took two weeks for any of them to come out with the whole truth on the matter. Since then she’s been picking up any information she can get.

She could still see the look on her best friend’s face and it was not a happy one as he sat back and let the children explain it so enthusiastically. Goten told her that Von, who was the people’s leader before Goku, is the one who said it and that he was a really great guy, that he’s funny and he plays music and dances, tells stories and plays games with all of the people and that everyone respects him. Trunks added that Von wouldn’t take no for an answer from Goku and that he named Goten and Gohan princes and that the whole crowd had bowed to all of them.

She listened as they went on and on about a woman named Thelel who was constantly cooking with others for all of the men and when she wasn’t preparing food she was training other Saiyans and keeping the troops in order. They mentioned their new friends, kids their age, and also the elders that everyone respected who spent most of their time sitting together, rubbing the heads of the children as they went by.

It sounded incredible, to say the least, every last detail of it. It wasn’t like it was just kids running away with their imaginations and making things up or exaggerating them, they were actually describing what they’d seen and what they’d been through, she honestly couldn’t get enough of their stories. They mentioned a language that they were starting to pick up on and practices that they had never been taught and wouldn’t be able to learn anywhere else.

She tried to get a hold of herself but she honestly couldn’t think for her life what they would look like or act like or anything at all and it was driving her crazy.

Vegeta would flip his shit if he could be here for this, no; he’d be all over it! He would immediately place himself in charge of the whole thing and demand them to do whatever on his every whim.

She recalled a night that seemed like too long ago…

Vegeta pressed his lips tight to mine this evening and I can barely stand it. Every time he touches me I smile a little to myself, knowing there is nothing like his touch in this world. I am in love with him, and I never, ever thought I would find myself in such a predicament.

I had searched for love for so long. I thought of nothing else for all the years of my life since I was a teen. All these years had passed me by and I wondered why God had tortured me so, never sending me one with the intelligence, or beauty, or personal strength and perseverance that I had so longed for an equal in. I’m not being vain, just honest in the gifts that have been given to me in this lifetime. Along with such presents requires great responsibility, and I had always dreamed of someone to share it all with evenly. Vegeta was and always will be the man of my dreams. He may not be the sought for fit, but as far as the perfect husband and lover to suit my needs, I could ask for no better.

He throws me up against a wall and I hear my voice echo through the halls as his mouth takes over mine. I begin to wonder if I made a noise at all or if it was my imagination. I can feel his hands roughing up my body and I can’t think of anything else but the confirming feeling of it all.

“Bulma,” he whispers and I don’t respond for fear that he might not like what I have to say and leave as a repercussion. He latches to my neck, tasting my skin and gathering in my scent, which I only recently realized he was doing when I felt that strange inhaling sensation against my skin.

I quiver beneath his fingertips, knowing he is every bit as powerful of Goku, and I succumb to anything he may desire of me. My legs surround his hips, crossing behind him, pulling him as close as possible as he bites, what I perceive to be gently, into my neck and shoulder. Seconds later we are no longer in the hallway but in my bedroom and he has tossed me onto the bed and then he walks over to the vanity.

He splashes water onto his face and I fear that he may be reconsidering. I attempt my hand at seduction, slinking off the bed, knowing he is watching my movement in the mirror nearby; I stalk up to him, placing a dainty hand on his shoulder to turn him around by.

He turns to look at me and tells me, “You are beautiful; you don’t need to play it up.”

I am embarrassed by his words, yet they fill me unlike any compliment any one has ever uttered in my direction. He puts his hands on my waist and pushes me backwards all the way to my bed, crawling on top me, completely surrounding me. I moan again as his mouth reaches closer, his lips press stiffly to mine but his tongue pours smoothly into my mouth, relinquishing me of any possibility of thought I might have had.

He tears off my clothes and I don’t care. He plays with my breasts exactly the way I need him to and I urge him to continue with my quiet panting and nearly visible (if not for the lack of light) shivering. I wonder where he has been all my life and stop to consider the truth, if only for the moment that thought is available to me.

He reaches down my stomach and my hips and feels, audaciously, the flower I hide from most (more than many would believe). He smirks when he realizes that I am already wet. I would come to find out, after years of being with him and not being able to help myself from becoming soaked around him, that he likes that, and considers it to be proof of a healthy body and vital in a woman. He is slow to pleasure me, pressing in just the tip of one finger before slowly sinking it in further, then adding the second, starting with only the tips, and then slowly delving within.

There is a brief moment when I wonder, not because of any man, but because of my desire to please myself over the years, if I am tight enough for him. I know, oh how I know that I have made a mistake or two in my attempts at getting myself off. I know just what makes me cum, but there have been times when I know that I have gone beyond what is necessary just to get the penetration that I desired at the time. Now I regret my mistakes and hope that he doesn’t consider me “loose” in any way.

He’s never shows any hesitation and he has never told me that he thought that I should be in any more of a pleasing shape than I am and I am grateful for it as we move steadily closer to our goal.

I am completely opened to him, my body sprawled out over my sheets, my breath hitched, my eyes staring into his even when his aren’t staring into mine. I position his perfect cock in front of my entrance and attempt to guide it inside. Even the idea of it gets me excited. My breasts are pushed together by my arms, my legs lift up and press into his sides, my concentration is in between us and I shudder as I feel the top of him enter into me.

He pushes in just a little bit and then pulls back. I thrust forward, desiring him more than I do any technological gadget, and he enters me just a little bit deeper, my body still stretching to conform to him. I place a hand on his hips and find his lips with my own and we eventually find a rhythm that matches our passion, his length sinking deep inside of me, touching places I dream of only him finding.

The rest of it is indescribable. It could go on for hours or moments, either way the bliss is the same. There is nothing more I could want for. I always get off within moments, never attempting to stop myself. There’s no reason to, the height of it never ends until he releases me entirely. I get off over and over again, never loosing my lust as he penetrates me. Who knows the noises I make and the calls that I cry. I would do anything to keep it going.

Back To Current

Bulma missed Vegeta. It wasn’t that they were the day-to-day type of close, but they had an understanding and Vegeta meant something more to her than anyone else on Earth ever could, except for Goku, of course. He was the first Saiyan she had ever come across. She should have known that in the end she would fall for someone who wasn’t quite of this world.

Now only Goku could understand her and sometimes even she thought that the earth-grown Saiyan may be too dense to get it, or perhaps, as Vegeta believed, it was all a façade and he was pretending to be clueless, or maybe he was actually in denial. Aside from all of that, there was something going on before all of them that seemed inescapable and she was determined to be a part of it.

Bulma knew that none of the boys were home today, they were way too eager to return every time they did come back. Bulma wondered how long it would be before they stopped coming back home, at all. Trunks had been practically singing when he’d arrived, after midnight even, that first evening of actually meeting the other Saiyan’s and their children, unable to stop talking about what they’d seen and heard and what had happened.

All of these things were so wonderful, even though Goku didn’t seem quite so spirited about it. She thought Goku should be King, not that Vegeta shouldn’t, it’s just that Goku would make a fantastic leader for their people. Goku did not seem to agree, though. He hadn’t said much in the way of anything besides he and Gohan were going to stay on guard, and that he wasn’t going to be their King, despite what everyone else had to say about it.

She knew she had to play her cards right or else they would stop her before she got too close to the others. She had no problem sneaking around them and hiding her intentions; she’d learned how to all of that well when she was just a teen, after all, no biggie, and she was used to getting into troublesome situations. She had considered if she could just ask one of them to bring her down there to them but she figured they would think that was a terrible idea. Was it dangerous territory she was heading into? Or was it just a little city as Gohan had described it.

Gohan wasn’t very talkative on the matter, either. He smiled at the boys’ stories but he didn’t add any detail to them. He was busy asking Bulma some little detail about this new technology or that new graph, and she knew he was working on some sketches of his own, but other than that he seemed a little lost in thought whenever he was staying in the house, wandering about with a smile on his face, cheerily greeting everyone he passed. He would walk around holding Pan, rubbing their noses together and smiling down at her.

The little toddler was precious and she adored her father more than anything, you could just see it in her face. When the two were together it looked as though they were communicating without the use of words, small glances of appreciation in one another’s direction, a message seeming to get across that no one else knew. Bulma had seen the same connection between Bura and Vegeta, it had to be something out of this world.

If Bulma didn’t know any better she’d say Gohan was in love, but with whom? He hadn’t mentioned anyone specifically and he certainly hadn’t brought anyone around. But the disconnection with his previous life and the one that he was entering into was obvious, at least to her. He had recently brought both Videl and Pan to stay with her and her daughter, Bura, for a while since the only two places he seemed to be interested in going between was C.C. and the Saiyan city and apparently Videl was getting fed up with it.

Bulma kept her mouth shut about everything whenever Videl was around, figuring she was pretty much just along for the ride, sort of the way Goku treated Chi Chi. Videl knew there were Saiyan’s but she probably didn’t know the extent of it, and she probably wasn’t interested in it either, more afraid of what they could do and less concerned of what they actually would do. Bulma didn’t want to stir things up between the lovers if there was someone else in Gohan’s life. Besides, in her opinion, Gohan could make his own decisions. He’s his father’s son, so he is bound to.

She sighed and strapped herself into her air-craft and got ready for blast-off, not intending to wait for anyone to stop her. She’d kept some of the technology of the scouters Vegeta had when he first came here so she had a good reading on where they were, and it wasn’t going to be a quick ride.

Either way, Bulma had had it up to here with just thinking about the whole ordeal, she was going to see it for herself. Well on her way, her determination set, she continued to dwell on her thoughts and wished that the trip wasn’t going to take so damn long.

“Hey Bulma, I’m gonna need you to turn around.”

Bulma turned around in her seat and screamed in Goku’s face, throwing the travel unit off course.

“Bulma, calm down!”

She kept screaming but eventually got it back together again, realigning the vehicle thanks to her expert skill and wailing about how he should never do that to anyone ever! He’d just IT into the backseat of her aircraft completely unannounced!

“Goku! What is your problem?!” She finally managed to calm down enough to be frightened and embarrassed.

“I’m sorry Bulma, please just turn this thing around, okay? You can’t go out there,” Goku’s voice was so soothing and kind to her, she felt bad but she was still going to argue with him.

“I won’t land there okay? I just want to see what’s it’s all about!”

“No, Bulma. They’ve never met a human before and I don’t want anything to happen to you. I think you should head back to Capsule Corp,” Goku was stern with her, but his put a hand on her shoulder and assured her, “I’ll make it up to you.”

“Goku, I-” she turned to see him but he was gone. “DAMN YOU!” She knew she didn’t have a choice and determined this was one promise she was going to make him keep.
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