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Moments In A Life	By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3823 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Moments In A Life
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- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
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- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
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- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-19
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- 21-21
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- 23-23--Last
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Moments
In A Life

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Warnings and Things that Don�t Belong to Me:

A.
DBZ, DBGT (even though its never included in any of my
writing) and DB don�t belong to me. I
don�t make money off this or you would have had to pay to read. ;)

B.
Warnings include (but aren�t necessarily limited
to): Smut (sex, MALE and MALE sex.) Bad
language. Vegeta with an attitude and a
secret. Goku (who isn�t stupid.) *shudder *
Krillin sex. It�s also AU. (Not terribly. It�s set after the Buu Saga, but it doesn�t include anything from
the GT world.)

C.
Also: Challenge
answered from Marie at Aff.net, and Hudine�s challenge for straight Goten and
Trunks. (Though it pains me so.)

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He
didn�t know if he was happy. If he was
relieved. If it was better than his
father hadn�t killed her. He didn�t
know shit anymore. Saw Krillin leaving
the room, saw him sitting and staring with glassy-eyed nothingness, and he had
gone to find his father, to ask what had happened, to figure out what the hell
was happening and found those two. Goku
and Vegeta, on the bed, doing whatever.

Shit.

This
was unreal.

When
he left again, he�d gone back to Krillin, found him gone, tracked him down to
talk to him. Say something, say
nothing, he didn�t know anymore. Found
him sitting on a bench with a broken bottle in one hand, bleeding everywhere,
and Goten was there too, on his way to see Trunks. Trying to tie off the bleeding, but the stupid little bastard
shredded through his arms.

Four
hours of surgery.

Then
18 looking at him and demanding if he knew who was fucking around with her
husband. Because she knew it was
someone. Someone strong. If it wasn�t him, and it wasn�t Goten. Who was it?
Gohan? Goku? Vegeta?
His father�s name as the last one because nobody really expected one of
the gloriously good Z-fighters to shack up with Vegeta he who was a Z-fighter
only because he wanted to defeat Goku.
Bullshit.

He
hadn�t said.

She
already knew. The punch she threw at
his face didn�t hurt then. Didn�t hurt
now. But the wide eyed, white-face of
his best friend made his heart hurt.
His stomach was queasy and he felt sick, felt stupid, felt like he could
hate his father forever for this shit and it wasn�t even his father�s fault.

18
went to find him. Vegeta had come to
find him.

The
fight was inevitable. The cars in the
street had crashed into them, into 18 and sent her flying, and it was probably
only that accident that allowed his father all the time the fight had gone on,
especially once 17 showed up.
Angry. Android, powerful.

Not
that he cared. He left. Went home, went upstairs, to the room that
had once been his �parents� room and sat on the bed. Felt tears in his eyes and they wouldn�t fall because he hadn�t
cried when she died and he wasn�t going to cry now. He knew where she was, and he knew she was okay there. But in that moment, as he sat there, he
wanted nothing more to than to be a baby again, a toddler, crawling on Mommy�s
bed and snuggling up between her and his father, and knowing that between them
was the safest place in the world.

Goku�s
ki flared. Vegeta�s moved, and he got
up.

Went
to find his father and ask the question that he had wanted to know
forever. Why she died, how she
died.

�Then how�d she die? Mom
wasn�t sick, Dad.� There were other
ki�s showing up, and he looked at his father, at how he was barely standing and
felt a horrible pain in his stomach that this man that had once been so strong
was allow this to happen to himself.

�Not
here,� was what his father said to him.
Then pulled himself up so he was standing without hunching over and it
had to hurt like hell for someone that hadn�t trained in so long, had lost the
weight he had. Trunks felt hate
broiling in him, and love, and it didn�t surprise him that he moved forward,
stood next to his father. Looked over
his shoulder and saw Goku there.

�Go
back with Goku, Dad. Get stronger
before you come back.�

~~~***

The
irony could kill him.

His
son telling him what to do. His
son, the child that he had held with one hand as a baby (and occasionally held
him upside down, but not often because the woman thought her son might have
some weakness or another.) Standing
next to him. No, in front of him. Protecting him as stupid as it sounded from
those other ones that were headed this way.
Then Kakarot, he looked at him and saw the look on his face. That serious thing.

He
hated that look. It was the look that
made him look like a real Saiyan, that brought out that thing in his eyes that
always preceded the fight. Vegeta
wanted to do something, to tell Trunks that he was capable of taking care of
himself, but as it happens, the brutal truth had a way of making itself known.

Kakarot
came over to him, wrapped his hand around his arm and pulled him out this
place, back into the stupid mountain where they were the day before and he
shoved the bastard off him. Fuck
the blond bitch! She was the one that
Krillin couldn�t stand. Baldy. He came to Vegeta.

�Vegeta
I think we should go see if they�ll let us use the time chamber.� Quiet.
Serious. Painfully out of
character for the large idiot and he wanted to laugh but he was suddenly afraid
that if he did he might cry.

Because
his son asked him if he killed Bulma and he said no but he should have said
yes. He told her to keep that damn
little girl, he told her to leave that damn child with the other man, he left
her to decide to tell Trunks and she didn�t because she died. Because he hated her and FUCK IT. He was sick of feeling bad about this
shit! Sick of feeling it!

Kakarot
moved over to him, grabbed him again, pushed him back, shoved him against the
wall and he realized that he whakihaking and glowing and burning. �Vegeta!�
It was stupid. The hands on his
arms should have hurt because he couldn�t feel anything, really, only
numbness. Was only distantly aware that
his was grabbing Goku back, hand twisted up in his shirt, ripping at the
clothe, and his hair, and his skin, pulling him closer but shoving him away at
the same time and he wondered if insanity felt like this. �Vegeta,� was the little voice again, �Not
now.� Then dark eyes and everything
slammed back into reality. He looked at
his hands on the paler skin, and the pink streaks his fingers had left, at the
way they were all tangled up together, pressed against the wall, and warm. Hot skin to hot skin. �We have to make you better first.�

Like
he was sick.

�Come
on, we�re going to the Lookout.� Then
Kakarot moved away, took his shoulder in one large hand and they disappeared,
reappeared up there where the air was thinner and colder and that floating cat
thing grinned with it�s closed eyes and didn�t say much of anything to
anyone.
�Eat,�
Kakarot said, dropped a lot of food on the table in front of him and looked
down at the ruined top of his gi. His
feet were bare too, and Vegeta doubted that he was responsible for that. �Look, Vegeta,� the baka said, �Eat. Then you�re going to sleep, then we�re going
to train.� Without asking. Without even implying that there was a
choice in the matter.

Vegeta
wondered what the other saiyan would do if he just stood here and ignored him
some more. Reached out and picked up a
sandwich filled with some kind of meat.
Didn�t give a damn so he ate it and looked around. Not a bed just a bunch of pillows lying
around and assumed that was where he was supposed to sleep.

�Oh,
come on, Vegeta,� Kakarot said, �I�m the only one here, eat faster.� Wandered away from him, into the other parts
of the Time Chamber (which as well as bending time also apparently was
endlessly large.)

He
ignored the idiostatstatement, ignored the dirt that was all over his hands
(gee, why do you were gloves Vegeta?)
but he was hungry now. Picked up
the food and ate it without really giving a damn what he looked like. Felt that his stomach was a giant empty
cavern and chewed through the pile of food until it was gone, and then Kakarot
returned, gave him a brilliant smile and then said: �Now we can sleep!�

Only
Kakarot could be excited about sleep.
But he ignored it, ignored the ache in his body and the weakness in his
limbs, found himself walking over to the pillows and his eyes were getting
heavy. His stomach was full and that
strange feeling that had been following him around for all this time was
fading, making him even more tired.
Kakarot stood there and watched him, anxious like a mother bird or a
child, and he just tried to mumble something, collapsed down into the pillows
and felt his eyes closing without his permission.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~***

Vegeta: Pathetic.

Goku: Ah,
Geta, give her a break.

Vegeta: No.

Goku: She�s
been busy.

Vegeta: 2 hundred words Kakarot! Unacceptable!

Goku:
Sheesh, you are being overly critical.

Vegespanspan
style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Why are you barefoot anyway? What did we say about frostbitten toes?

Webtester01:

I
wonder what happens next too.
Considering this story was supposed to end 4 chapters ago. I said to myself: Only 10 chaps this time
woman. And this is what happened.

Chayron:

I
have been meaning to check our your story.
I�m going to try to make time to do that soon. *pencils it in* Probably
not until the weekend at least, but I�m going to try. *big old grin * And
thanks. Full of hope? Huh.
I guess it does a little.

Macha:

Yeah,
Krillin waing ing an idiot� But I�m
sure, hopefully, he�ll realize that he was being an idiot. Hopefully anyway.

And
I thought that the most �DBZ� thing for Goku to do was just to move them away
from the public place because he doesn�t seem to interfere with other folks�
fights�at all really. Not that I�ve
seen.

Jaygoose:

Wow? Yeah!
I got a wow! *dies of happiness
*

MB (because she is too lazy to spell it out, but apparently
not so lazy that she could make a note of being lazy.)

Errrrrrrrrrg! I so dislike Hercule. I wish I could just bash his head in! But�at least he keeps the press off my fav
Saiyans and thusly they can just get it on anywhere they want. And don�t bit your fingernails, that�s bad
for you.
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