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Survival of the Fittest	By : 2dragonkat Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 11967 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ and its characters, they belong to Akira Toriyama. The only parts that do belong to me are the plot and the twins. I also do not make any profit/money from this either.

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Chapter 14 – Departures and Arrivals

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Keigo watched...well not so much watched as sensed the ship his grandparents had arrived on leave with the added addition of his uncle. Everything had happened so quickly.

The Saiyans had arrived and a new planet had been born. A species was now able to start over and start growing again. And it had all taken less than a couple of weeks.

It wasn't over, though.

Keigo's vision was not complete. Only the clearest part of his vision had occurred. The parts that indicated his grandfather, King Vegeta, and many of his people were alive and coming to Earth. But that wasn't everything he had seen. There was more coming. Those parts were hazier unfortunately.

He had had a vision of violence and death. There was a man with blood on his hands but Keigo couldn't see who it was. All he knew was that he knew this person. He saw another man's broken body on a battle field, limbs missing. Keigo heard the echo of laughter coupled with the heart wrenching wail of complete and utter loss.

Worst of all Keigo felt something disappear. He felt a soulmate bond being broken.

When he had first had that vision he had assumed it would all happen at once. He expected a battle with the Saiyans over Earth. That hadn't happened, which led Keigo to believe they were still waiting for the other (heavier) shoe to drop. Meeting the Saiyans and giving them a home was just a calm before a torrential storm.

Something was coming now. Keigo wasn't sure what but he knew it was going to tear apart his family. It was something none of them have faced before. It was something...familiar, though. Like something lost in time that just found its way back home.

"Keigo?" Takeo called, drawing his attention away from his thoughts.

Keigo turned, noticing their parents had taken to the sky, starting to head home. Keigo focused his sense on his papa and swallowed thickly. He still hadn't told him all of his vision, even though he had promised his papa. Somehow he couldn't. He knew his papa just wanted to protect him and share the burden. But this vision, this future, was more than even his strong papa could handle.

He knew, in his head, that he should tell someone, especially his parents, what he had seen. Not even Takeo knew all of the details of the vision. Keigo had kept to himself the most gruesome and scary parts. In the past he was fine with sharing the burden, because he knew he could change the visions if they were bad.

This time it was different. Somehow Keigo knew he couldn't do a thing to change what was going to happen. This wasn't just one fate or one instance, it was many.

What could they possibly do? Prepare for a war with no enemy? Fly to the furthest reaches of space, running from shadows?

What good would come from spreading the news that Keigo was pretty sure his papa was going to die and they wouldn't be able to bring him back to life.

"Keigo?" Takeo called again, taking a hold of his hand. He sounded worried.

Keigo gave a hesitant smile, gripping his brother's hand tightly. The contact didn't bring him the comfort it usually did. Keigo was alone in his knowledge. No one could help.

"I'm coming," he replied softly, trailing after his brother and parents into the sky to go back home.

Keigo reminded himself to savor these moments of all of them being together. Because come what may, their family was going to change.

It was night, a dark night. But dawn was coming.

There was a clearing in a forest, the hill in its center.

A dead man sat in a chair on the hill, two men stood on either side.

A spaceship landed and a tree fell down.

There was a sense of familiarity and caution.

There were screams and an explosion.

Blood covered a stranger's hands.

One ship left and another arrived.

Bodies lay strewn on a battlefield.

An evil man laughed before falling silent.

A dead man sat in a chair on the hill.

He had a long tail and hair like fire.

A comrade was ripped apart, blood splashed on the ground.

The bond disappeared.

Death and Life surrounded a family in a thick vice.

A group of people traveled in a spaceship.

They had long tails and spiked hair.

A planet appeared in the sky, one of ancient origin.

A leader was born.

There was a cry of a baby and the wail of someone who's lost everything.

A spaceship came from the sky and landed in a clearing with the hill.

There were people with tails inside.

A dead man sat in a chair on the hill.

He was family.

Vegeta sat quietly on his bed, the soft sounds of late evening wafting in through the open balcony doors. He sat with his legs folded beneath him, looking down sullenly. In his hands he held a ragged piece of blue fabric. Imprinted on the center of the cloth was the symbol of Saiyan royalty.

The fabric was from a blanket he had had as a child. While the rest of the blanket had been destroyed he had kept this piece. It had been with him, safely tucked away, for every battle he had been through. It was a constant reminder of where he came from and what he was fighting for. It had been the last relic of his heritage.

Until recently that is.

Vegeta looked up, gazing out into the darkened woods beyond the house. His eyes traveled past the line of trees to the night sky, easily finding the new bright and large spot of light that was the new Saiyan home world. His father and people would no doubt be there already, settling in and beginning a new Saiyan way of life.

Vegeta wished that he was up there with them, reclaiming his spot on the throne and his right to rule after his father. Instead, he was here on Earth. Trapped on this mudball with a weak species that were nothing compared to his own. He was ensnared by his mate's sense of duty to this planet.

Vegeta knew this, he respected it. His duty was now first and foremost to his mate and his children. What they all needed was to stay here for now. No doubt in the future, once most of their earthling friends have passed on Goku will feel better about leaving. Vegeta knew they would leave eventually.

That knowledge, though, didn't make the situation any easier to bear. Short visits would not be enough to satisfy Vegeta's desire to be among his people and to be the prince he was always meant to be.

It frustrated Vegeta to no end.

He crumbled up the fabric in his hands, growling softly before tossing it over the side of the bed. Vegeta huffed and turned his body, falling face down onto the bed with a sigh. He turned his head when he heard the click of the bedroom door opening and closing.

Goku smiled at Vegeta as he came to his side of the bed, sitting down. Vegeta didn't say a word, just watching his mate's actions silently. Goku smiled a little wider and leaned down, pressing a kiss to Vegeta's temple. He sighed quietly in response and rolled onto his back. Vegeta gave his mate as much of a smile as he could muster at the moment as he opened his arms. Goku's reaction was typical. He grinned widely, eyes alight with joy and lust and he clamored onto Vegeta's prone body.

Vegeta's smile grew a little more genuine as Goku nuzzled his neck, biting lightly at the permanent scar at the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Their bodies shifted until they fit snuggly together, like they always did. Hands roamed and discarded clothes with an ease only years of practice gave.

Vegeta gripped the bedsheets tightly as Goku's lips trailed down his body. He looked out again at the night sky, focusing on the new star in the heavens. He arched his back when his mate's mouth huffed over his cock, spreading warmth and wetness along the sensitive glands. Vegeta sighed and closed his eyes as Goku worked his cock to a full erection. He let his legs fall open as Goku settled against him.

Vegeta saw the sight of the new planet outside the window for another moment before he let himself go. Vegeta didn't want to think anymore, he wanted to feel.

Goku sighed and pressed his face into the back of Vegeta's neck. His mate lay soundly sleeping in his arms, tuckered out from their hours of lovemaking. Goku couldn't sleep, no matter how much he wanted to. His mind wouldn't let him.

His mind was conflicted. Ever since the other saiyans had left he had felt in turmoil. Goku's human side, the duty side, knew he should stay on Earth and protect its people. But his Saiyan side, his side that was mated and a father, wanted to join his people. He was unsure what he should do. In the past he never hesitated to embark on the new and exciting, but that was before he started a family with the man he loved. He wanted to give them stability and be someone they could count on.

Not only that, but Goku felt like they shouldn't leave. He felt like something bad would happen if they did. Which was preposterous. The Earth had been peaceful and stable for years now.

The Saiyan side of him desperately wanted to go, just like he knew his mate did. He wanted to live on a new planet with people like him. He wanted to train others and fight with the strongest. He wanted to see his mate happy. He wanted his sons to grow up with others just like them.

There was some part of him that resisted it.

Was it the part of him that felt a duty to the Earth? Or was it something else? He wasn't sure, but it was the reason he fought with his mate to keep them on Earth. Vegeta hadn't wanted to stay but Goku had a bad feeling. He felt like if they went to live on the new Saiyan world something would happen to Vegeta. Something Goku wouldn't be able to fix.

He wanted his mate to be happy. He knew Vegeta wasn't, being stuck on Earth. He wanted to be with the other Saiyans. Goku couldn't blame him.

He couldn't make this decision on his own. He was too conflicted. Goku needed a sign. A hint of some sort to tell him what to do.

Goku shifted, leaning over Vegeta's relaxed body to look into his mate's face. Vegeta's features were lightly highlighted by the moonlight streaming in through their open curtains. Out of the corner of his eye Goku spied something on the floor beside their bed. He turned his head to look and saw a small wad of fabric. Carefully he leaned over Vegeta's body and reached down. Thankful for his long arms, Goku picked up the cloth and brought it closer for inspection.

There was a familiar symbol in red stitched onto the blue fabric. Goku had seen the symbol on the armor of both King Vegeta and Brolli. It was the symbol of Saiyan royalty. Goku turned his gaze back to his mate, staring at his familiar, handsome features. Goku looked back at the cloth in his hand, his features relaxing as a decision started to form in his head.

Goku had his sign.

Trunks lay in his bunk on his spaceship, tiredly looking at the ceiling. At this point in his journey he had already memorized the patterns the bulkheads and the wires that crisscrossed over his head made. The room he was in was very small, like the rest of the ship. It was only large enough for his small bed and an even smaller wardrobe. But it satisfied his needs. This trip wasn't about comfort, it was about his journey.

Still, Trunks did wish the bed was a tad longer. It would make sleeping easier if he could completely stretch out his legs.

The engine of the ship gently hummed but the heater was on the fritz a bit and it gave an annoying hiss every 2.73 minutes. Trunks had been meaning to fix it for a few days now, but he just couldn't get motivated to do so. Being in space alone, by himself, for five weeks made tasks like fixing a noisy but functioning heater meaningless. Besides, the lack of direct contact with anyone was making him go a little stir crazy. Isolation wasn't healthy, or so Gohan had preached during one of the many lectures he had given about health when he had been a medical student.

It was taking longer than Trunks had anticipated to find another humanoid race, or even a planet. Space was apparently a very empty place.

Trunks had been contacting Goten religiously every other day to update him on his trip and to get news from home. Not to mention seeing his mate, if only for a short while, calmed Trunks down. So far the talks had been short, he didn't have much to report and Goten didn't want to burden him with the troubles he was having at home dealing with their family's reactions to Trunks' departure. Goten did relay other, exciting news. News that made Trunks wish he hadn't departed so quickly. He always squashed that nostalgia quickly, though, because he knew if he had stayed, his relationship with Goten would have deteriorated more and there wouldn't have been any hope of salvaging it.

Goten had told him about how there was a whole bunch of Saiyans alive, and they were all converging on Earth, looking for his papa and a new home. Things had been shaky at first contact but things seemed to be settling down. Goten said their grandfathers were alive and that everyone was having fun getting to know one another. Goten didn't know much more as he had already left and was now traveling the Earth. Goten had also relayed the joyous news of Gohan's pregnancy. Goten had sounded a little melancholy at the news, longing for what their older brother had. Trunks had promised Goten, after hearing the news, that they would start their own family when he got back. That seemed to cheer his mate up.

Trunks huffed, swinging his legs around to sit up on his bed, rubbing at a crick in his shoulder. He knew he wasn't going to get any sleep with the heater like that. He had already gone three days without sleep, it was time he ended this. So Trunks got up from the bed and went to retrieve his toolkit from the kitchen/storage room. He retrieved the tools after digging around for a few minutes, glancing at the mini gravity room Bulma had installed around the main core of the ship. It was his only source of relieving stress on the ship, and he was feeling the need to relieve himself a bit. After he fixed the heater he'd go there and fight off his boredom, then maybe a quick jerk off looking at the naughty pictures Goten had put in his locket.

Trunks returned to his room, turning off the gravity just in that small area so he wouldn't have to use any energy floating up to the bulkhead. Bulma had told him it was dangerous to use energy, in any shape or form on the ship, as it could disrupt the reaction of the core powering the ship. The last thing Trunks needed was to be dead in the water, so to speak. Instead he would let the lack of gravity in space aid him. He floated up to the ceiling, letting his tools hover beside him as he set to work.

As Trunks was fixing the heater an annoying little beeping sounded from the main room of the ship. He groaned, pushing off from the ceiling and floating through his bedroom door…before falling flat on his face. The gravity had only been off in his room and when he had passed through the doorway he was assaulted by the fake gravity of the rest of the ship. He huffed in annoyance and scrambled up from the floor, for once grateful that he was alone. That would have been immensely embarrassing if someone had seen him.

He trotted through a doorway perpendicular to his bedroom door, going into the room where the main console was. He wondered if he had set off some control with his tinkering. When he looked over the console he saw only one thing illuminated. Something that would only illuminate when his ship was getting close to an object. Maybe it was a another ship. Trunks vibrated in joy at the thought, trying not to get ahead of himself. It could just be an asteroid, but it could also be a ship.

He brought the spaceship to a stop, opening the doors covering the main window of the ship, pressing another button to stop that annoying beeping. Just as he stopped one sound did another start, another beep-beep trying to get his attention. Trunks was just about to blow a hole in console in annoyance, screw the consequences, when he saw what was trying to get his attention.

Someone was hailing him.

Trunks actually clapped his hands together in joy, jumping on his toes at the knowledge that someone was really out there, and they wanted to talk to him. He quickly opened a drawer beneath the console, pulling out a little device he stuck in his ear. Another tool courtesy of his mother, a universal translator. Now no matter how different the language, he would be able to understand it and speak it.

With a combination of nerves and excitement Trunks pressed a few more buttons, responding to the hail and opening a channel between his ship and the other one that he couldn't see yet.

"Uh…hello?"

"You're part Saiyan, correct?" A deep voice said bluntly over the link.

"…yeah. How did you know that?" What? No hello? This was Trunks' first contact with an alien species and he didn't even get a hello?

"We scanned you and your ship."

"Oh…that makes sense. But um…where are you?"

"…behind you."

Trunks blinked and looked over his shoulder at the empty control room he stood in. It took a moment for realization to dawn on him. When it did Trunks slapped his forehead, blushing deeply as he turned back to his console, pushing a couple more buttons. Slowly his ship turned in place, revealing the ship of his acquaintance that floated in space behind him. Trunks' mouth dropped opened and he broke out in a cold sweat as he took in the sight of the other ship…or should he say ships.

In front of his tiny, insignificant spaceship sat a fleet of enormous vessels, the largest of which he was currently communicating with. "Wow," he whispered.

"Where do you come from? Are there other Saiyans?"

"What's with all the questions," Trunks asked annoyed, feeling put off by the other person's directness and gruffness.

The line was quiet and Trunks began to worry he had offended his acquaintance, which wasn't exactly a good idea considering his ship was the size of a speck of dirt compared to the monstrosity in front of him.

"I'm sorry. I'm being rude. I'm just excited to meet a Saiyan. Please, won't you come onto my ship and we can have a more civilized conversation?"

There was a very small part of Trunks that recoiled at the idea of putting himself in such a vulnerable position like that. His curiosity squashed that worry. Besides, from what he could sense, this species was much weaker than he was. Trunks wanted to get to know about this person and his species that seemed so interested in his own. He was the buffer between his species and this man's. If Trunks felt any bad tidings, he could just steer this guy clear of Earth.

"Sure, okay. That sounds good. What should I do?"

"Just dock in the hanger of my ship and then we can share a meal and many stories."

"Alright."

The connection was broken and Trunks watched as a door opened on the lower portion of the ship before him. He turned on the engines to his ship, giving just enough thrust to get into the hanger.

First contact was a thrilling thing. Trunks swallowed thickly as his ship was swallowed up and cast in shadow. He really hoped this went well.

AN: Merry Christmas to those who celebrate and Happy Holidays to everyone else. See you in the new year. (One of my resolutions is to be a more timely updater. Cross your fingers).
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