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DragonBall V: A World Both Familiar and Foreign

Chapter 14: There’s No Place Like Home

Porunga stared down at the people on the ground. “What is
your third and final wish?” His voice boomed out.

Vegeta looked at Goku. “Well… what do we wish for? Which one of your friends gets to come back first?”

Goku scratched the back of his head and laughed. “I don’t
know. It’s too bad we can’t wish Krillin back. Man, I’m going to miss him.”

Vegeta shrugged indifferently. What he would never admit was
that he had a soft spot for the little bald monk as well. A
very small soft spot, of course. “Why can’t you wish him back?”

“He’s been wished back to life before with the dragonballs
and you can only be wished back once, unfortunately.” Goku explained.

“Um… that’s not true for Porunga.” Dende said softly.

Vegeta turned his gaze to the little Namek boy and growled
softly. “Explain yourself, boy!”

Dende backed away a bit and Piccolo moved slightly between
the prince and the boy, Nail’s affection for the child coming to surface.
“Well, Porunga is the original dragon. He can bring people back even if they’ve
been wished back before, as long as their death wasn’t of natural causes.”

Goku’s smile grew to amazing proportions. “Wish
Krillin back! Oh wait, what about the others? Oh man, we’ll have to wait
another year before we can wish them back! And we can’t wish back people that
have been dead longer than a year. Aw man… this sucks!” Goku scowled and
slumped down into a sitting position, sulking.

Dende bit his lip nervously before stating, “Actually…
Porunga can bring people back that have been dead for years.”

Goku’s face brightened again. “All right!
Ok, wish Krillin back. I don’t think the others will mind waiting another year.
They can continue training under King Kai, after all.” Goku paused for a moment
as he received a telepathic message from King Kai then nodded. “Yeah, do that.”

The wish was made and Krillin appeared, looking quite
confused to be alive again. He cried out in joy and hugged Goku and shook Dende’s hands then smiled nervously at Piccolo and Vegeta.
“Hey guys! Sorry you had to waste a wish on me.”

Goku slapped Krillin on the back with a huge grin on his
face. “Aw, come on Krillin! You know it’s not a waste to have you back!”

Krillin laughed nervously. “So, what do we do now? Wait here
another year before the dragonballs reactivate to wish
the others back?”

Goku sighed. “I guess we’ll have to.”

Dende smiled. “You all are probably anxious to head back
hope. If you let us know the names of the people you want wished back, we can
take care of that for you when another year passes. Krillin said there were
four total, and Piccolo was one so that means three?”

Goku nodded. “Yeah, Yamcha, Tien, and Chaotzu are the others.”

“How long is a
Namekian year, anyway?” Vegeta asked.

“Oh, um…” Dende counted on his fingers for a few moments
then looked up “130 days. How long is an Earth year?”

“300 and um… or was it 400?” Goku paused, counting on his
fingers. “A lot longer.” Goku concluded, earning
chuckles from everyone else.

“Well, we’ll wish them back for you. It’ll be easier on them
if they go ahead and get to the Earth’s check in station before 130 days are
up.” Dende stated, stifling a giggle as Krillin
started checking his own body to make sure everything had been brought back as
normal.

Goku smiled. “Thank you Dende, that
would be great!”

The young Namek nodded. “It’s the least we can do for the
ones who destroyed Frieza.”

With final farewells, Krillin, Goku, and Vegeta flew to
their space ship, Piccolo following silently, happy to find it still in good
working condition. After they took off and set the course back for Earth, they
all looked at the gravity generator. “Well… we might as well train on the way
back. We won’t have much else to do, after all.” Goku stated.

Vegeta had already walked over to the gravity generator
before Goku even finished his statement. “Of course,
Kakkarot. It’s better than playing that infernal card game that shortie likes so much.” Vegeta said in a bitter yet teasing
tone.

Krillin stuck his tongue out at the Saiyan prince. “Well,
poker is a lot more fun when you bet on it. Wow… 100Gs feels almost normal to
me now. I mean it’s still adding resistance to my movements, but there’s no
strain at all!”

Vegeta grunted. “I barely even feel it. Ah well, it’s better
than nothing.”

Goku nodded in agreement, already punching at the air.

Piccolo grimaced for a moment but quickly adjusted to the higher
gravity. “Man, you guys trained under this? It could be useful, I suppose.” He
sat down and began to meditate, giving himself even
more time to grow accustomed to the intense gravity.

Krillin stared at Vegeta for a moment, who
kept gritting his teeth and clenching his muscles. “Uh,
Vegeta? You look like you’re constipated. Are you all right?”

Vegeta growled at the monk before replying. “I’m trying to
turn back into a Super Saiyan, if you must know! Damn it!” Vegeta cried out as
an aura of red energy exploded around him as he powered up to maximum, looking
frustrated when it didn’t turn golden. “Oh for crying out loud, why can’t I
change?!”

Goku scratched his head, also trying to power up into Super
Saiyan and failing. “Maybe it’s not just a matter of power, but a need to
change?” At Vegeta’s glare, Goku quieted down. He saw Frieza killing Krillin in
his mind again and also imagined him killing some of his other friends. The
anger built up inside him and his hair flashed golden for a moment before it settled
back into the customary black.

“What was that?! What did you do!? I demand to know,
Kakkarot!” Vegeta advanced towards the younger Saiyan, scowling.

Goku sat down, exhausted. “I was recreating in my mind the
circumstances that made me change the first time. It took a lot out of me
though. Man, I’m wiped!”

Vegeta frowned and tried to picture Frieza killing Bulma. A
moment later his own hair flashed golden. He was able
to hold it for a full 15 seconds before it went black again and he fell to his
hands and knees in exhaustion. “I almost had it. I think we need to get some
sleep. We’re all still tired from wiping that damned Frieza out of existence.”

Krillin and Goku nodded and they all left to get some sleep.
Over the next few months they continued their training, Vegeta and Goku getting
better at reaching and maintaining the Super Saiyan level and Krillin and
Piccolo both gained an impressive amount of skill from sparring with the two
now much stronger opponents.

**************************

Several months later, Bulma looked out her window and
frowned prettily. “I can swear that something is coming.” She mumbled to
herself. She stood up and stretched before walking outside. She gasped in
amazement as a dark haired figure was flying towards her. ‘Vegeta!?’
Her heart and mind cried out simultaneously. She ran forward a few steps and
stopped, waiting for the flying figure to get closer. ‘Wait… that isn’t
Vegeta’s hair style… that looks more like…’

Yamcha landed a meter away from Bulma and immediately moved
forward to hug her close. Bulma squeaked in surprise and nervously put her arms
around her former boyfriend before backing away slightly. “Yamcha!
You’re alive again.” Bulma said with less enthusiasm than she intended.

Yamcha gave her a big grin, oblivious to the hesitation in
her tone. “Yeah! Tien and Chaotzu got wished back to.
Those Namek dragonballs grant three wishes at a time, and you can wish someone
back even if they’ve been wished back before! Isn’t that great!?”

Bulma nodded slowly and smiled. “I’m glad to see you’re
alive and well again. Would you like some lunch?”

Yamcha shook his head slowly. “I’ve got a better idea…” He
trailed off as he embraced Bulma again, his hands reaching down to cup her
buttocks, much to her surprise. He felt her stiffen this time, and wondered
what was wrong. “Bulma? Is anything…” He was
interrupted by a loud booming voice before he got to finish his question.

“GET YOUR STINKING HANDS OFF MY MATE BEFORE I SEND YOUR
WEAKLING HUMAN ASS BACK TO OTHERWORLD!” The voice said.

Yamcha immediately backed away from Bulma, his face taking
on a slight blue shade as he looked around with a bit of fright, sensing an
enormous ki. “What!?” Yamcha cried, wondering if he
was about to be sent to Otherworld again so soon after he was wished back.

“Vegeta!” Bulma cried, running
straight into her mate’s arms. Yamcha stared in shock and nearly fainted.

“But... but he’s… no! Bulma, I’m your boyfriend, damn it! How could you do this to me!?” Yamcha started crying as
Vegeta and Bulma gave each other soul-scorching kisses.

Vegeta broke the kiss moments later and growled at Yamcha.
“Human, any relation you had with my mate is over with. Accept it.”

Bulma slapped Vegeta’s arm and frowned at him for his lack
of tact. “Yamcha… we need to talk.”

Yamcha shook his head. “I don’t even want to know. You
damned bitch, I can’t believe you started fucking the freak that was
responsible for my death!”

Bulma looked down and felt a bit guilty, but Vegeta was only
pissed off. “Apologize to her for the way you just talked to her or I’ll grind
you beneath my boot!” He unconsciously turned Super Saiyan as his anger peaked.

Yamcha nearly pissed his pants and stammered out an apology
before taking off into the air. Bulma sighed and wrapped her arms around
Vegeta’s neck from behind and kissed the bite mark on his shoulder. “You really
should be a bit nicer to my friends. He was just upset. We did use to date after all.”

Vegeta growled and turned around and nipped at Bulma’s bite mark on her shoulder before replying. “That
doesn’t matter to me. You’re my mate and I’ll not have you talked to like that,
by him or anyone else. I don’t care how well they know you.” His protective
instincts were raging in his body and he had to restrain himself from chasing
Yamcha down and snapping his neck.

It was then that Bulma noticed his hair. “What the hell? What happened to your black hair!?”

Vegeta glanced upwards and grinned. “That’s what happens
when I become a Super Saiyan.” He replied as he powered back down to normal.

Bulma grinned and kissed him. “Wow… how about we go upstairs
and you can show me just how super you’ve become?”

Vegeta kissed Bulma deeply and shook his head. “I can’t
wait… I’m going to take you right here, woman!” He started tugging at her
clothes insistently.

Bulma giggled and tried to pull away from the Saiyan prince.
“Vegeta! It’s broad daylight
and my parents are around, as well as some Capsule Corp. employees! We can’t
just start screwing out here!”

Vegeta growled and scooped her up and blasted off towards a
nearby forest where they could be completely alone. He touched down in a lovely
glade and yanked his clothes off as if they were on fire. “It’s been so long…”
Before Bulma could even move her hands towards her clothes Vegeta stepped
forward and batted her hands away gently and removed her clothing with
exquisite care. “You have been
faithful to me, haven’t you? And you weren’t letting that imbecile touch your
ass when you know it belongs to me?” He gently kissed and nipped at her neck
and growled softly.

Bulma sighed and pressed herself against the prince. “Don’t
ask me silly questions. You know I’m yours, my prince.” She nipped at his ear,
her words and actions making his breath catch in desire.

He picked her up then and her legs instinctively hooked on the
back of his knees. He held her still as his aching hardness slid into her, both
of them groaning at the feeling they had missed for so long now. He used his
hands to move her hips up and down for several minutes before he set her down
gently on her back, not withdrawing from her in doing so. Her legs moved up so
that her ankles were crossed over the small of his back as Vegeta thrusted into her [AN: Interesting, it’s saying thrusted isn’t a word… if not, who cares?] in a slow and
deep pace. His lips were pressed against hers as one hand held and squeezed her
bum and the other toyed with one of her breasts. He became even more turned on
when he heart Bulma growling softly and he answered her with a primal growl of
his own. Bulma clutched at him tightly and cried out in pleasure as she
climaxed and looked up at Vegeta with a passion-flushed face.

Vegeta gave her a feral grin and slowed his movements down
to give her time to relax and he tenderly kissed her and held her close. Bulma
giggled, always getting a bit giddy after an orgasm, and nipped at his ear to
let him know it was ok to continue. Vegeta smiled and withdrew for a moment and
rolled her gently over onto her stomach and grinned as Bulma instinctively
lifted up onto her hands and knees and swayed her hips at him in a sexy
gesture. Vegeta scooted forward and held onto her hips as he slid into her
again, groaning loudly now that he was even deeper inside her. His movements
were slow and tender as he leaned forward to kiss the back of Bulma’s neck and his hands looped around her body, one hand
squeezing the breast that had been ignored earlier and the other reaching down
to stroke her sensitive stomach and occasionally went further down to tease her
clitoris. Bulma’s hips started moving against him
insistently, earning a sexy chuckle from the Saiyan prince. He leaned back and
held her hips tightly and started thrusting harder and faster, relearning the
limits of the force he could use that would excite her but not hurt her overly
much. He grinned as he decided he was going to try to teach her how to
manipulate her ki, both to learn how to fly and to be able to get rougher in
bed without getting hurt. She had a very strong ki for a woman who didn’t even
study martial arts, after all, one of the things that attracted him so much
about her.

His movements started getting frantic as the pleasure that
he had so long been denied took over his senses. His teeth were clenched as he
tried not to thrust too hard, though the occasional whimper let him know that
he was thrusting too hard occasionally. He slowed his movements down as his
release neared, using tender strokes on her sex to bring her over the edge
again. He gasped when he felt her inner muscles clenching his shaft
rhythmically and it brought him over the edge into oblivion as he cried out his
release for all the heavens to hear.

As his rational mind caught up with him he noticed that he
was lying on his back with Bulma cuddled up against him and she was stroking
her fingers tenderly along the lines of his hard abdominal muscles. He smiled
down at her and kissed the top of her head, bringing her attention up to his
handsome face. “We have a lot to catch up on.” Bulma stated with a smile.

Vegeta grinned and nodded. “Yes.”

They were silent for several minutes before Bulma spoke
first. “I feel bad about Yamcha finding out that way. I mean, he was my first
boyfriend, though things weren’t going anywhere with him. We weren’t even
together when he went to fight you and Nappa.” She
trailed off at the mention of the large bald Saiyan. Vegeta remained silent,
not wishing to talk about Yamcha at a tender moment like this. Bulma, though,
did want to talk. “How many women were you with before you met me?”

Vegeta grimaced. He knew it was a dangerous question, even
with his lack of experience at relationships with women. “I honestly don’t
know. I’ve taken my share of women while I was conquering worlds for Frieza,
and I was given a few handmaidens as well, but it left me feeling empty inside
because I knew I wanted to find a mate one day.”

Bulma looked up into Vegeta’s eyes, seeing the sadness there
that he couldn’t hide from her. “How did you know that I was the one?”

Vegeta shook his head slowly. “I didn’t. It’s instinct.
Something about you just triggered the mating instinct in me. It’s never wrong,
though sometimes it’s one-sided.”

Bulma frowned in confusion. “What do you mean by one-sided?”

Vegeta sighed and stroked his fingers along Bulma’s arm, feeling the soft grass tickling him as he
moved slightly. “To give an example, if I put my mating mark on you but you
didn’t return it, I would be mated to you for life but you wouldn’t be to me,
meaning you could find another mate if you wished to.”

Bulma frowned in distaste, glad that she had returned the
mark. “So it was instinctive for me too?” At Vegeta’s nod, she continued her
questioning. “What all does the bonding entail? We never had a chance to
discuss it.”

Vegeta scratched his head and tried to explain it. “From
what I’ve been told and what I’ve read, it’s an intense physio-emotional
bond. There’s basically chemicals that relate to love that are released after
bonding and they continue to be released especially when you’re with your mate.
You feel loved, safe, and content. You become very attached and protective, and
most of all you fall deeply in love.”

Bulma pondered that for a few moments. “The bond makes the
chemicals release or the chemicals form the bond?”

“Both.” Vegeta stated simply.

Bulma considered that for a few moments. “What would happen
if I died?”

Vegeta frowned in distaste at the thought, but he knew she
would pressure him until he answered. “I’d go into withdrawal. I’d feel
dejected, bitter, broken-hearted. I’d mourn your
passing and I would get very sick. But I would eventually grow accustomed to
being without you and move on with my life.”

“With another mate?” Bulma asked
softly.

Vegeta shook his head. “Never.
Bonding is for life. I can’t even get aroused by another woman now.”

Bulma thought about that. She still felt other men were
attractive but when she tried to think of them sexually it didn’t even give her
a tingle. Not even Goku, who she had carried a bit of a torch for, for many
years. “I see. You were dead when you were on Namek for a while, weren’t you? I
felt it.”

Vegeta grimaced. “Yes.”

Bulma held him tighter and kissed him tenderly on the bond
mark. “I’m glad you’re back. I was sick half to death. Never leave me like that
again, my prince. Please?”

Vegeta blinked a few times, trying to fight back the tears
that formed from thinking about dying and leaving her alone again. “I’ll try my
best.” He vowed. It was enough... it had to be.

*************************

Goku and Krillin and Piccolo weren’t surprised when Vegeta
blasted off away from them the moment they stepped out of the Capsule Corp.
spaceship. Goku had accidentally let it slip about his relationship with Bulma,
and though it had surprised Krillin, he tried to shrug it off. It wasn’t like
he had a secret crush on her, after all… right? Goku grinned, his own thoughts
on Chi-Chi and what he hoped to be doing with her as soon as possible. “So
where are you off to, Krillin?” Goku asked, smiling down at his short friend.

Krillin shrugged, unsure. “I guess I could head to Roshi’s island, but I’m in no hurry to do that, to tell the
truth. Would it be a problem if I crashed at your place for a while? I can
watch Gohan for a bit. I know you and Chi-Chi have a lot of catching up to do.”
Krillin tried to keep the sadness out of his voice at that statement, silently
wondering when he’s find a girl of his own.

Goku got a big smile on his face. It was rare these days
that Goku and Chi-Chi had some quality tender moments, since they always had to
be careful to not be too loud and to listen in case Gohan needed them for some
reason or another. Krillin keeping Gohan busy would give them the chance. “That
would be great, Krillin! I’m sure you’d like the chance to get to know Gohan
better, too. He’s a great kid, I think you’ll like
him.”

“Yeah, he is.” Piccolo agreed. “I’ll see you guys later.
Don’t be surprised if I pay a visit occasionally, Goku. I have a special
interest in Gohan, after all.” He flew off without another word.

Krillin nodded and smiled and they took off towards the Son
home. “Hey, I consider him my nephew, Goku. And since he’s your kid, that
already makes him a hell of a guy, you know what I mean?”

Goku nodded and grinned happily and it didn’t take them long
to land outside of his house. He stepped in and immediately had a small bundle
of energetic affection jump into his arms. “DADDY!” came to his ears as he
hugged Gohan back.

“Hey, little guy! How are you?” Goku asked.

Chi-Chi was drawn in and smiled politely at Krillin and
walked over to hug Goku, despite the boy that was already occupying his arms.
“Goku… oh I missed you so much! Thank Kami you’re back!”

Goku nodded and kissed Chi-Chi, reaching up with one hand to
run his fingers through her hair, which both of them absolutely loved while the
other kept Gohan in an embrace. “I’ve missed you too, Chi-Chi. And you too, Gohan. I hope I never have to leave you guys
like that again.”

Krillin chuckled as Goku and Chi-Chi wandered off, trading
adoring gazes. “Hey, Gohan… let’s say you and I head to the lake for a swim and
maybe get some fishing done? Your parents have a lot of catching up to do. You
can tell me what’s been happening around here, too. Sound good to you?”

Gohan nodded eagerly, glad to be able to
get out and play rather than study. He was sad that he would have to
tell Krillin about Roshi’s death, however. When they
reached the lake, Krillin wasn’t surprised to see Piccolo meditating near the
shore. He had stated he wanted to see Gohan, after all. Gohan ran over and
embraced the Namek, much to his embarrassment. “Piccolo!
I’m so glad you’re back!”

Piccolo grinned. “Hey kid. Great to see
you. I’m proud of you, Gohan. I know you were able to protect the Earth
from Frieza’s goons.”

Gohan’s expression turned sad and he sat down, his feet in
the water. “Yeah.” He agreed, looking out across the
water.

Krillin sat down too and traded a worried glance with
Piccolo. “What’s on your mind, kiddo?”

Gohan sighed and looked between his mentor and his friend.
“I lost control during my fight. I nearly blew myself up. I can’t control my
powers, they’re just too chaotic. I hope I never have to fight again.” Gohan shivered,
despite the warmth of the summer mid-morning.

Piccolo rested a hand on the young demi-saiyan’s
shoulder. “Don’t sweat it, kid. With a little more training you’ll be an expert
at controlling your powers.”

Gohan shook his head violently. “I won’t train any more! I
never want to fight again! Please, don’t make me, Piccolo. I had to kill those
two… Kami… and my power. It’s just too much. It’s like
it has a mind of its own! I just can’t handle it. I’m sorry, I know you want me
to train, but I just can’t. Maybe when I’m older.”

Piccolo frowned. He knew that age wouldn’t matter much in
allowing the child to harness his awesome power, but there was no use in
arguing with Gohan. He was incredibly stubborn. “I’m proud of you anyway,
Gohan. I’m here for you, as a mentor or just as a friend.”

Krillin nodded. “Me too. After all,
you’re practically my nephew.”

‘And you’re as close to a son to me as one could be without
a biological relation.’ Piccolo thought fondly.

Gohan smiled. “Thanks… hey, let’s go swimming now!” Gohan
shed his clothes and jumped in without awaiting a reply, laughing happily as he
swam around.

Piccolo chuckled as Krillin stripped too and jumped in.
“I’ll stay here, thanks. Have fun, Gohan.”

***************************

This chapter was a bit of an interlude. The next chapter
will take place a few years down the road. As a teaser: Gohan and Videl! Kinda.
Reviews are lovely as always. I am so happy every time I see a new review up.
It’s just so nice of you all! Till next time.
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