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Atavism	By : ctsama Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 9192 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball, Dragonball Z, Dragonball Super, Resurrection 'F', or Battle of Gods or the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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I’m not all that confident in my ability to introduce the new characters well enough through the story, so here’s a short character guide. Keep in mind it'll be my take on them in the story.

Beerus - God of Destruction to Universe 6, our character’s home universe. He’s millions of years old, a purplish-black cross between a Sphinx and a Cornish Rex cat, and generally wears ancient Egyptian-styled clothing. He sleeps for a period of decades, then wakes and destroys planets to allow the creation of new ones. He is childish, temperamental and quick to wrath especially when first awoken, but becomes more calm and polite the longer he’s awake. He is food obsessed, revels in the fear he gets from others and is violent when he doesn’t get his way.

Whis - Beerus’ assistant and trainer. Tall, thin, pale blue with paler blue hair, he carries a blue and gold staff with a suspended black orb at its top. He is silly and absent-minded in his dealings with others, though rarely he shows his more serious side. He is polite, and as food-obsessed as Beerus. Despite his far more pleasant nature he doesn’t seem to be bothered by the wholesale destruction of planets and their inhabitants as long as he gets to try the food first. Far more powerful than Beerus, he takes orders from him for reasons unknown. He is calm and patient in general, and as a trainer he is observant and intuitive.

As far as power goes, Toriyama puts Super Saiyan God Goku (Red) at a 6 (I’ll walk you through this when we get there, no worries if you’re lost), Beerus at a 10 and Whis at a 15.

Unexpected

“Vegeta! You have to-”

Goku squawked, barely dodging a kick by half an inch. He steadied himself, blocked an incoming punch and dropped into a sweeping kick that landed Vegeta hard on his back in the gravity chamber.

Vegeta cursed, finally staying put. He was panting hard and sweat fell in rivulets down his face. “You have to slow down. You’re making great progress, but you’re pushing too hard.” Goku sat and scooted over to him, shifting Vegeta’s head into his lap. Vegeta growled but let him do it.

“I’m only up to a hundred times gravity. I need to be back at full strength as soon as I can. I’ve been too weak for too long. I hate this.”

Goku snorted. “You’ve gone from barely tolerating ten-times gravity to sustained fighting in a hundred times gravity in less than a week. I’d say you’re doing amazing.”

And he was. His muscle mass was coming back, and though his energy was still slow in building it was returning steadily. Since they completed the bond between them that air of fragility that seemed to have a hold on Vegeta had vanished.

Vegeta said nothing, deep in thought as his breathing returned to normal. He still didn’t understand why Goku was going so easy on him, why his weakness wasn’t angering his mate the way he thought it should have. Goku wasn’t getting any stronger while he was stuck training with him.

The end of his tail flicked back and forth as it did when Vegeta was thinking and Goku watched it with growing interest. It was kind of mesmerizing, like a snake coming up out of a basket. “Hey, Vegeta?”

“What is it, Kakarot?”

Goku extended his hand, palm up. “Give me your tail.”

The flicking slowed. He knew how glad Vegeta was to have it back; Goku had thought him acrobatic in his fighting before. Now he had an almost preternatural sense of the space around him. It was nearly impossible to surprise him with Instantaneous Movement now, it was infuriating. Vegeta could whip away from him easily now, leaving Goku swinging at empty space. But still, it had been a weakness and a source of terrible pain for a while when he was young. It understandably took a minute but Goku waited patiently. Vegeta had long ago learned to block the pain that could come with rough treatment, but it was still a difficult thing to trust someone to hold it without trying to hurt him.

Finally Vegeta’s tail twined toward him and drifted down into his hand.

Goku smiled. “Thank you, Vegeta.” Vegeta just snorted and grumbled and Goku laughed. “Okay, roll over.”

Vegeta sighed and did as he was bid, too tired to argue. He pillowed his head on his arms and waited for Goku to do whatever ridiculous thing had crossed his mind. Goku stopped to admire the view of Vegeta in the black spandex shorts he prefered to wear in the gravity room. He sat cross-legged next to the prone form. It wasn’t until he set to paying some attention to that interesting appendage that Vegeta’s world just kind of melted.

Goku started at the base of his tail and stroked the surprisingly soft fur from root to tip in one long caress. He heard Vegeta’s breath catch and watched in amazement as his entire body shuddered.

“Oh?” Goku said with a very self-satisfied grin.

“Kakarot, what the hell did you-”

Before Vegeta could complete that shaky sentence or threaten him or tell him to stop Goku did it again, savoring the trembling moan that Vegeta treated him to. He played with shorter strokes, and when he started using both hands those moans turned into full cries. The muscles of his ass clenched rhythmically, and Goku came out of his fascination long enough to realize how badly Vegeta needed more stimulation. But still…

‘He’s just so hot like this.’

He let go of Vegeta’s tail long enough to urge him to lift his hips enough to work his shorts down around his thighs. His tail slipped deftly out of the small hole in the shorts to capture his attention again. With Vegeta on his knees, head turned to the side while his hands clawed desperately at the floor, legs effectively held together by the material and cock bobbing heavily it was just too pretty a picture to leave alone. Goku leaned in close, took the lower part of his tail in his mouth and attacked it with his tongue. Vegeta’s eyes clenched shut and he shouted, his body jarring so hard he almost fell over. Goku moaned, hearing his name rolling off of Vegeta’s tongue in a strained whisper, over and over again.

He worked his tongue through the fur and tickled at his skin, wondering if he could bring Vegeta to climax without touching him. He worked his way down Vegeta’s tail until he was at the base. He circled it with his tongue and Goku smiled against it as Vegeta’s legs buckled. He wrapped an arm around his waist to keep him upright and Vegeta whimpered steadily, past all other sound.

Unable to resist, Goku slid his tongue lower, leaving a wet trail down to Vegeta’s puckered opening. Relax, he soothed when Vegeta jerked. I won’t fuck you. He teased it, at first licking at it then delving lightly in, enjoying the incredulous gasps Vegeta was making. He wondered how much longer Vegeta could hold out but as soon as he breached that tight little hole with his tongue Vegeta screamed his name, releasing hard onto the floor.

Goku smoothed hands over newly sweaty skin, helping Vegeta come back down. As he gathered the Vegeta-scented pile of goo he’d just inadvertently created into his arms, a laugh of pure joy bubbled up inside him. He mostly smothered it but Vegeta cracked an eye at the impulsive, strangely intuitive creature that was his mate.

//Smug bastard. Did you have to lick it?//

“Yes, Vegeta. I absolutely had to lick it. Below the waist, if you wave it or wink it at me I’m going to lick it.”

Vegeta groaned and buried his head in his arms to hide the heat rising to his cheeks while Goku laughed unrestrained. “I love making you blush!”

“I hate you, Kakarot,” Vegeta said glaring at his grinning lover.

“No you don’t,” he chuckled while Vegeta continued his half-hearted grumbling.

“Do you want your tail back?” Vegeta asked after a while.

Goku thought, hummed a little. “No, not really. I never had one as an adult and I’m fine without it.”

“Fair enough. Payback would have been nice though,” Vegeta said, still feeling calm and wonderful from Goku’s unexpected attentions. Goku’s arms were tight around him as they always were after he found release. Vegeta could feel Goku’s erection against him and smiled to himself. He wouldn’t push, wouldn’t do anything about it. But knowing that Goku never expected anything in return for giving him pleasure made him more eager to return it.

He turned over and pushed Goku over onto his back. Goku gazed up at him in confusion for a moment before it cleared, concern taking its place. He sat up frowning, and Vegeta opened himself, letting Goku see that he actually wanted to do this. Goku sighed, weighing, and finally laid back.

Leave yourself open so I can stop you if I feel anything going wrong.

He raised his hips for Vegeta to slide his pants off. He hissed as his erection bobbed free, even though he hadn’t planned on doing anything about it right now he was definitely on edge from watching Vegeta squirm.

To his surprise Vegeta lifted a leg over his shoulder, tipping his hips upward. He was about to question but the question died on his lips as Vegeta circled his sac with his tongue. Goku’s head fell back in a long moan and he could swear he felt Vegeta smirk against him. He gently lapped at one delicate orb then the other, taking his sweet time with both. It tickled, it tingled and Goku didn’t want the feeling to ever stop.

At least he didn’t until Vegeta’s tongue dragged wetly up, drawing a damp line up the center of his cock to circle the leaking tip. He licked at it while Goku gasped above him. His hips thrust up, trying to get more of that talented tongue but it kept evading him. Finally Vegeta drew away just far enough to lightly blow cool air across the tip and Goku whimpered. Before he could start begging Vegeta’s mouth returned, swallowing him to the hilt. Goku’s spine arched and breath left him in a ragged cry.

He cupped Goku’s balls in his palm, gently tickling and rolling as he sucked. He felt Goku’s hand in his hair, his shock and pleasure over the bond and realized Goku was too lost in sensation to monitor him. The experience was changing shape for him. Before now having someone’s cock in his mouth had only produced thoughts of how to bite the ever-loving fuck out of it. But now, all he wanted was to use what he knew to make Goku scream his name.

Goku was flexing his hips into his mouth with each bob of his head and he hummed low in his throat. He heard his name called in a tone that would hear in his dreams for several nights to come, and Goku released hard, fingers spasming in his hair. He pulled off slowly, licking Goku’s length clean as he went, enjoying the tremors he was bringing forth in the aftermath.

Those hands that had started all of this, still trembling, reached for him and he let Goku pull him up. Open, caring black eyes searched his and found nothing negative in his thoughts about what he’d just done. “Vegeta,” he sighed quietly. “I love you. Thank you.” He kissed Vegeta deeply, pulling him into his lap. Vegeta’s tail swept around Goku’s waist and Goku smiled into the kiss.

“You’re due for another heat cycle soon, aren’t you?” A wordless nod answered him. Goku scooted backward until he could rest his back against the wall. Vegeta curled up against his side without Goku holding his hand out like he usually did and he smiled. ‘Progress.’

“I meant what I said. I want more kids, but not now. It’s too soon, I know that.”

Vegeta knew how he felt, but it was still nice to hear it. Goku could have forced the issue if he wanted to and there wasn’t much Vegeta could do about it. “When we were apart I spent a lot of time working on control.” Vegeta looked up at him in surprise and he smiled back. “I wanted to be able to talk to you, tell you how I felt without losing my powers of speech as soon as you walked in the room. Is it so surprising?”

“Not when you put it that way, I guess.”

“But we still have a problem. Even though I worked on it, it’s been a long time since I’ve been around you in heat. I don’t know if I can control myself for long.”

Vegeta sighed. He’d been thinking about this for a while but hadn’t come up with any good solutions. “I’m not strong enough right now to make ki rings that will hold you.”

Goku nodded. “I can leave while it passes-”

Vegeta’s hand flew up to grasp his arm, his breathing and heart rate picking up at an unsafe pace. Goku held him tighter in response, cursing to himself. Damn, that was stupid, I’m sorry. I’m not leaving you. These panic attacks happened every once in awhile, with or without a direct cause but of course the thought of being alone, still far beneath full strength and fertile again would have thrown Vegeta into one.

The attacks worried him but Vegeta would only shake off his concerns. Part of ‘the drill,’ he always said, Vegeta’s general term for all the nastier ramifications of being raped, as if familiarity with the aftermath made it okay. Goku grimaced, remembering a couple of days ago smelling blood on Vegeta. He’d cornered him and pulled his gloves off, finding he’d scrubbed the skin of his wrists completely raw in the shower. He’d just shrugged it off as if it were nothing. Vegeta didn’t even tell him about the panic attacks, or any other painful side effects if he wasn’t there to see it. Because not showing any weakness was part of the ‘the drill’ too.

It took several minutes for him to calm down again. “I don’t think it would matter if you did leave. Between the bond and Instant Transmission distance means nothing for us.”

“Actually, I think I might have a solution!”

The musical voice shocked them both. Goku and Vegeta both shoved to their feet cursing, sinking into defensive stances before realizing who the newcomer was. Goku relaxed, smiling widely at the tall, graceful figure in pale blue skin while Vegeta scrambled for his shorts.

“Whis! Long time no see!”

His wide smile and happy demeanor seemed to be unperturbed by the mostly naked Saiyans he’d startled, but then, despite his youthful features he was very, very old and had probably seen far worse. “You as well Goku! You have been quite busy lately, I see.”

“Oh yeah, well we’re trying to get Vegeta back up to full strength and I got a little distracted. Vegeta’s tail grew back and we just found out it’s super, I mean really super sens-”

“Oh my gods Kakarot, shut your face and put some fucking clothes on!” His pants hit him in the back of the head and he flinched. “Ow, Vegeta!”

He sighed, hitting a button on a panel to turn off the increased gravity while Goku hopped around, finally trying to get back into his pants. Not that the increased gravity would bother Whis, but it was good manners. “What brings you here?”

“Well, I thought I would extend an invitation to come train with me for a while since we discussed it a bit the last time I was here. I see no reason not to take you both back with me.” Whis raised the back of his hand to his forehead and swayed a bit, closing his eyes. “Though I am feeling a bit faint… I haven’t eaten in a while… And it is a very difficult journey for me to make with the both of you, I might need a bit of a rest as well. Say, might we drop in on Bulma for a visit? The last time we spoke she mentioned something called a root-beer float that sounded quite tasty!”

Vegeta chuckled. “I think I might have some instant ramen lying around. For a start. It should tide you over until we can get to Capsule Corp.” Whis made an immediate recovery and Vegeta led him out into the kitchen. Before he left he reset the controls to four hundred times gravity as soon as the door shut behind him.

He could hear Goku bellowing as he walked away and chuckled to himself.

//Have fun getting distracted by that! And clean up in there while you’re at it!//

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Whis polished off his third bowl of instant ramen in near-heavenly rapture while Vegeta ran some last-minute errands for Bulma. Goku sat watching Whis eat, smiling widely and practically thrumming with energy.

“You can watch me all you want, I’m not going to hurry. You’re just going to have to wait,” Whis said between slurps with a smile to match. “I want to see Bulma before we leave. She has teas I can’t find anywhere else!”

“I know, but this is so exciting,” Goku complained. “I want to go now!”

Whis finished his last bite and sighed in pleasure. After more years of life than even Beerus knew, ‘new’ became more than novel, it was a necessity. Boredom could be fatal to a being with his longevity. In addition to producing some of the best new foods he’d had in hundreds of years, it seemed this planet’s inhabitants were always doing something interesting and new.

“Goku, you must understand. It won’t all be exciting. This training may not be as lively and fun as you think. Battle and strength training are only a part of what you need to learn. You and Vegeta both have to learn to come together a bit better if you’re going to reach your potential.”

Goku’s smile faded a bit. “Speaking of that, I was wondering if you could do something to help Vegeta?”

Whis raised a delicate eyebrow. “Help him how?”

“My son… hurt him. Badly. He barely survived it. The last two children… are the result.”

It had happened before he’d started watching. That Vegeta had been damaged in more than just body was obvious but he hadn’t known the scope until now. He flinched, though he didn’t know why. He’d learned long ago not to care about much, not to get personally involved with these short-lived, comparatively weak creatures. Beerus could destroy their worlds on a whim and it just wasn’t worth the pain. “Go on,” he said quietly.

“I don’t know how but he came back from it. He’s getting stronger every day but something is still… wrong. He’s done something amazing, and saved our race. He shouldn’t have to be afraid of it. And he’s afraid of what he is now, I can feel it.”

“You know him better than I do. What would you have me do?”

Goku blinked at him for a moment. The almost perpetual smile in Whis’ lavender eyes and lips was gone and this felt like a test. “I’d say,” he began slowly. “With all the changes he already felt out of control and what my son put him through made those feelings a lot worse. He needs to know that if the worst ever happens again he has a choice. I was thinking that maybe he needs to know how to not conceive if he doesn’t want to.”

Whis was once again in awe of the wonderful ‘new’ these two gave him. He had of course already planned on something of the like as soon Goku related what happened, having perceived much of what Goku had just told him about Vegeta needing some control back over what was happening to him. Goku seemed to have picked up a fair amount of insight from being bound to Vegeta. Not that he was incapable of the leap before, it just would have taken longer to get there once he even decided to make it.

If Vegeta had picked up some habits from Goku as well they were going to be formidable on a level they hadn’t even conceived yet. It was more than Whis could have hoped for, he’d been waiting a long time for an opportunity like this. “Is that so? Well, I think that can be arranged. It’s just a matter of directed meditation.”

Goku’s face lit up, relieved he’d apparently passed the test. “Thank you, Whis.”

“But I still insist on a visit to Bulma!”

Goku thunked his head down on the table. “What’s taking Vegeta so long?!” he whined pitifully.

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//That damned woman and her parties. What’s wrong with a quiet lunch?//

Goku stifled his laughter. What had begun as a small get together to say goodbye to Vegeta and Goku had escalated into a full-fledged celebration. Bulma couldn’t resist throwing a good party and Whis liked attending them just as much, so it worked out. The happier he was, the better.

Whis’ hand rested on Goku’s shoulder and he waited for Vegeta to do the same. Instead Goku had held out his hand and Vegeta had taken it after removing a glove. Whis had barely managed to hide his smile behind his hand.

They blinked out and reappeared at Capsule Corp. Whis swooned in anticipation. Bulma had outdone herself, several long tables full of delicious looking treats faced them. He was off and filling a plate before anyone could even say a word to him.

As soon as his friends noticed their arrival Vegeta gave his hand a squeeze and pulled it away, donning the familiar glove again. Goku sighed at the loss but understood the need.

All of their friends and family were in attendance, with one notable exception. As they came to crowd around Bulma elbowed her way to Vegeta, proclaiming that they had family business to discuss before dragging him off. As soon as they entered the house she turned and hugged him. Caught off guard, he went stiff. “What are you doing, Woman?”

“I have been so worried about you,” she said unapologetically. “Now hug me back or we’ll be here all day, I mean it!”

He heaved a sigh, but did as she commanded. It only took a few seconds for him to actually mean it and she smiled. She pulled away to hold him by the shoulders and study him. There was a new depth to that sadness he had always carried, that he hid so well. But there was a new stillness there as well, something he had always been missing. “If you ever, ever pull anything like this again I’m going to fill a syringe with something very nasty and inject you in your sleep. You got it?”

“Don’t threaten me, Woman,” he growled back, though her concern had touched him and they both knew it. “Now how is my son?”

“So he’s your son now, huh? Well, our son is better off than Goten. You know how he idolized his brother, you need to talk to them.”

“What do they know?”

“Nothing, I wasn’t going to presume. Tell them as much or as little as you want.”

“Fine,” he grimaced. “Anything else I should know?”

She shifted her weight, looked away and mumbled something. “Woman. Talk.”

“I might have gone over to confront Gohan last week.”

“You did what?”

“... And I might have maybe… punched him.”

“You are out of your mind! Do you have any idea how dangerous that could have been?!”

Bulma frowned at him fiercely. “Goku said he was back to normal so it wasn’t that big of a risk. And dammit, Vegeta! Even if I wasn’t already pissed off that he hurt you, he hurt our son. You can fight your own battles, but I couldn’t let that stand!”

Vegeta started to speak, stopped. And again before sighing with a small smile. This was a woman who had slapped a god for ruining her birthday party, heedless of the consequences. Gohan could have been the God of Death for all she cared, she was fearless, hot-headed and no one was going to get away with hurting her child. That fire was what made her so special, he couldn’t very well chastise her for it now. “Did he flinch?” Vegeta asked instead.

“You know it,” she said with a smirk. “I had a good teacher.”

“That’s my Bulma. Come on, let’s get this over with.”

She took a gloved hand and led him upstairs. She didn’t even have time to get the door open all the way before he got a shock in the form of Trunks and Goten barreling into him. He hugged them back, much to their surprise and his as well.

It was strange, it had only been a week and a half since the bond was completed but the effects were already noticeable. The walls between what he felt and what he was able to show were getting thinner. It was far less irritating than he would have thought. It was actually kind of… nice. “Are you all right?” he asked Trunks.

“Yup, I’m fine now. I heal fast, like you! I still don’t really get what happened though, no one will talk to us about it. I thought maybe you would?”

“Me too,” Goten added. “I watched my brother almost kill my best friend and I couldn’t do anything to stop it. I... don’t know what to think.”

“Okay, sit down.” Vegeta sighed as they did as ordered, debating how much he wanted them to know. Goten was visibly holding off tears and Trunks reached out and grabbed his hand. That small gesture filled him with relief. Much to Bulma’s credit at least his son hadn’t learned his emotionally crippled ways. He wouldn’t have to grow up as lonely as he had.

“Here’s how it is. Goten, your brother just got confused for a while,” he said finally. “He wanted me to do something for him but I wouldn’t, for a long time. Trunks, he went after you to make me change my mind because he knew I would do anything to keep you safe.”

Trunks frowned. “Is that why he finally left us alone, you did what he wanted? He said it was because you had saved me.”

“We... worked it out,” Vegeta said carefully. “He’s back to normal now. You don’t have to be afraid. Goten, don’t push yourself, but try not to hold it against him. He wasn’t himself.” ‘And if he lays a hand on either of you again I’m going to rip his fucking head off,’ he added to himself.

A sound and a familiar presence caught and took his attention. Two, actually.

Wide-eyed he went around a corner and the boys followed giggling. “Piccolo thought you might want to see them,” Bulma said smiling. “He’s downstairs somewhere. He really wanted to talk to Whis so I found these two little cuties a couple of great babysitters.”

Goten and Trunks returned to what they must have been doing before Vegeta arrived, Goten ran right up to Trunks’ old crib where the girls lay and started making goofy faces at them while they squirmed in delight. As soon as they sensed Vegeta he was hit with a wave of warmth, which he gladly returned.

He went to pick them both up and couldn’t believe how much he had missed them, how much he had missed them all.

The babies played Trunks and Goten in a game of ‘keep away’ with their tails while he held them, and Bulma watched in amazement. She could only guess at what had been eating away at his soul for all those years, but now it looked like he was finally getting some relief from it. He wasn’t so closed off anymore and it was wonderful.

She scrambled for her phone in time to record a few seconds of the proof: Vegeta holding one of the babies in one arm, the other dangling from his free arm by her tail and an upside-down Goten holding his stomach and giggling like a little madman as he hung by the ankle from Vegeta’s tail. She wondered where Trunks was for a bare second before his arms and head popped up over Vegeta’s shoulder.

She immediately set that picture as her phone’s new background.

It ended the way it had to, in ki blasts and shouting, but Vegeta had only just managed to pretend he was irritated by the entire thing.

They all played together for almost an hour until the babies began to tire. As Vegeta placed them both back into their crib Trunks asked, “Are you really going to go train with Whis, Dad? How long will you be gone?”

“Yes, and I don’t know. I’ve already been away for a long time. Is that going to bother you? And I’ll thank you to tell me the truth.”

“Hmm… Well, to be honest, I don’t like not seeing you for so long. But it’s easier ‘cause I think I get it now. If something bad happens you and Goku are the strongest fighters on Earth. You just want to make sure it stays that way so you can protect us, don’t you?” Trunks smiled in pleasure, having learned his father well enough to hear ‘I am surprised and pleased by your deductive reasoning and yes, you are correct’ in the answering monosyllabic grunt. “So, I guess you owe me for leaving… when you come back I want you to teach me something new that you learned. And I want to know before Goku teaches Goten anything!”

Vegeta smirked. “That can be arranged.”

“Hey!” Goten objected. “No fair!”

“Who cares about fair as long as I win!” Trunks laughed as Goten cuffed him in the back of the head. “Do you mind if Marron comes to play with us? I think she’d love to play with the babies once they wake up from their nap.”

Vegeta gave a brief nod by way of assent and Goten’s curiosity peaked. “Say Vegeta, why do they have tails? They’re Saiyan too, huh? Where’d they come from?”

“They are Saiyan. So help them along. They’re family. For now that’s all you need to know. I’ll tell you more someday.”

“Family? Cool! My family’s getting huge!” he said, slipping his hand into Vegeta’s, to his shock and Bulma’s quickly squelched squeal of joy at the sweetness of the gesture.

//Kakarot! Why is your son crawling all over me and holding my hand?!//

Sorry Vegeta, guess I should have warned you.

//Warned. Me. Of what?//

That… He overheard Chi-Chi and I talking one night. Long story short he thinks you’re really cool and he maybe kinda wants me to marry you so he and Trunks can be brothers.

//...//

Vegeta?

//I hate you, Kakarot.//

No you don’t. And you love him like your own, do you think I can’t feel that? Now shut up and enjoy it.

Vegeta rolled his eyes, looked down at this child who looked so much like his father and could be just about as infuriating. As he, Trunks and Goten had trained together Goten had become increasingly familiar with him and now seemed completely at ease with him, drawing no fear or offense from his prickly nature as he might have before. He was a good balance to his own son, reasonable where Trunks was all mischief.

He was, as they said, a good kid.

Vegeta might have given his hand a reassuring squeeze before shoving the boy at his son, making them both topple to the ground giggling. “Your balance needs work,” he growled.

“All right, that’s enough of that,” Bulma interrupted. “Vegeta, I made you something I think you’ll like. Now come on, you need to get changed!”

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“Oh, hey Bulma! I was going to see Vegeta-”

“I was just heading back down to the party. Walk with me, we need to talk,” she said, turning Goku around and marching him back down the stairs. She knew Vegeta had been through something horrible but he seemed to have come out of it with openness that he’d never really shown before and she needed the reason for it. “The girls are beautiful. And Trunks and Goten said they’re communicating mind to mind already. How many more are there?”

“Four. They’re all amazing Bulma, and he’s had twins every time. The first set are just toddlers but last week one of them punched me clear through a stone wall when I asked him how strong he was. The other two are just as incredible. They’re barely walking but they’ve been flying since they were a few days old. And when their foster brother broke his leg falling out of a tree, they healed it with their ki. I didn’t even know we could do that!”

Bulma stopped, flabbergasted. “How is that possible? I mean, I know your people are stronger compared to humans, but that’s incredible!”

“Vegeta figured out where their strengths were when they were inside him, and did different things to try and help them along. And he spent most of his time in the gravity chamber at ten-times Earth normal. Other than that it’s all just genetics. Children born to male childbearers were always stronger than those born to females apparently. In fact, I was thinking maybe it was no coincidence that Super Saiyans disappeared around the same time that the male childbearers were wiped out.”

Bulma’s eyebrows knitted together. It was a good theory. But since when did Goku care enough to figure out things like that?

Vegeta chose that moment to make his appearance in the new battle suit Bulma had made him. Goku’s eyes widened. “Wow, he looks great! Gray’s a good color on him!”

“Thank you. It’s better quality and more durable than his old one. I split up the jumpsuit into two pieces too.”

“Oh, um… Really?” Goku asked absently. “So now the pants can just…”

“Yep,” she smirked, not that he noticed. “They just pull right off. Anytime. Anywhere. For any reason.”

“I love you Bulma,” he sighed, tilting his head to try and get a better view through the crowd while his mind fairly burst with all the numerous possibilities.

Bulma rounded on him and he squawked. “I freaking knew it! Why didn’t you tell me anything?!” she whispered quite loudly, smacking him hard in the arm. “This isn’t just about the Saiyan race, this is about you two! That’s why-” she broke off in a long, indrawn gasp, smacking a hand across her mouth. “That’s why you and Chi-Chi divorced! I mean, I love her like a sister and it’s not like I didn’t see that one coming, but… Since when?!”

“That’s kind of a complicated answer, but please Bulma, please don’t tell him I told you!” Goku begged. “He already thinks I can’t keep a secret, and he’s right, but he doesn’t need to know that!”

“Okay, fine. For now, anyway. Is this all a big secret?”

“That he can and has borne children? Yes, at least, ‘til he decides otherwise. And about us, well, you know Vegeta. He doesn’t care what anybody thinks but he doesn’t know how to handle the big deal everyone’s going to make when they find out about us. Nothing would make me happier than to go plant one on him in front of everybody, but after everything that’s happened to him lately it’s just a bad time for him to be dealing with extra attention. So… does that mean you’re okay with…. all this? It’s kind of a lot.”

“Well, I don’t know. You’ve got to understand, in all the years he spent here I never once saw Vegeta bring anyone home, male or female. I never got the sense he was sleeping with anyone else, either. Since a casual lay just isn’t his style, is this just for your race, or is it more that? Because if you hurt him, Goku, I have needles. Lots of them.”

Goku swallowed hard. She wasn’t joking. “It’s more than that, a lot more,” he said, completely earnest. “It’s as serious as it gets for us. I could say we love each other but that barely scratches the surface. We’re mated. It’s the mental and emotional binding of two people into one; we can’t be separated. He’s everything I’m not, I’m everything he needs and vice versa. I don’t know how else to explain it.”

Bulma nodded, some things falling into place. Vegeta had become more open, the way Goku was. And Goku cared enough now to think things through far more than he used to. Their personality traits were melding, it fit in with what he’d said. “That, I’m okay with.”

Goku sighed in relief. Bulma was his oldest friend and Vegeta cared about her deeply. Losing her would have been a blow. He watched Vegeta in conversation with Piccolo. His handsome face held a small smile at something the Namekian had said. He must have felt Goku’s eyes on him. The smile widened ever so slightly and a wordless warmth touched his mind.

Bulma watched Goku sigh in contentment, smiling herself. ‘Oh, why not,’ she thought. “And for the love of all that is good in the world, don’t spare me the details of your sex life. I mean it. I tried to get him back into bed with me for seven damned years. I swear I’ve never orgasmed that hard or that often before in my life. And here you come and steal my hope away. If I have to give up the dream I should at least get to hear about it.”

Bulma’s serious tone caught Goku off guard and a laugh blasted out of him before he could slap a hand to his mouth.

“Can’t say I blame you,” he finally said with a smirk, taking no little satisfaction that Vegeta was undeniably his now. “That thing he does with his hips should be illegal. It made my legs go numb,” he said with a smirk.

She snorted. “Tell me about it. When we were trying for Trunks I swear I couldn’t get out of bed for almost a week. I even lied and said I wasn’t pregnant when I knew I was to try and get a few more rounds out of him. I forgot the bastard could sense energy.”

Vegeta looked over at the sound Bulma and Goku’s raucous laughter from across the courtyard. He sighed, looked to heavens and went back to what he was doing. ‘Maybe if I ignore them they’ll go away.’

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Vegeta sat balanced easily on a balcony railing wishing Bulma wasn’t as good as she was at throwing parties. Two and a half hours into the festivities and Whis had only managed to eat himself halfway through the offerings.

Frustrated didn’t even begin to cover it.

He had given up on trying to be sociable, at least for the moment. Even after all this time, even on a planet where some animals spoke and others were eaten for dinner, he was still somehow a curiosity, especially now that his tail was back. People kept trying to touch it, and though thankfully only his mate’s touch seemed to have an arousing effect it was still annoying.

He just needed a break. All the people, all their questions were almost always friendly enough, but they grated on already raw nerves. For the most part he hadn’t been around more than one or two people at a time in almost two years. And he knew it would be at least a couple of months before he could accept an accidental brush or a casual touch again without having to quash an automatic, violent response.

He knew. Because that was the drill.

Light, determined footsteps sounded behind him and Vegeta straightened, waiting. “You can be a difficult man to find when you want to be.”

Vegeta didn’t like the tone of her voice. She was angry, unsettled and he cursed to himself. Whatever Gohan had told her, whatever she knew or didn’t know, she wasn’t happy about it.

He turned only slightly, just enough to regard her before turning back to his view. “Nice to see you, Videl. What can I do for you?”

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For those of you current with Super, if Vegeta loses this next fight against Cabba and you hear angry screaming echoing across the globe, it’s me.

Next up: Videl’s fears cause her to stir up trouble and the party takes a dark turn.

Kitkat- I’m glad you swung back through to read, and thank you so much! And I have a little Majin Vegeta on a keychain that I put on my messenger bag so other fans will come up and talk to me about Dragon Ball and anime in general in my daily life. So by all means, you’re talking to the right person, I could listen all day! :D
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