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Secretsaiyancrush: Lol, I wish I could say that, you'll see more of Vegeta a little bit in this chapter tough :P

Macha: I think that Goku's not so much worried that she'll be hurt as he is considering what the Saiyans might think of Earthlings. Bulma being attractive and biologically similar to them might stir ideas that they should venture out and contact other humans, and that's what Goku doesn't want to happen, at least that's what I'm going with. It's hard to say about that, what the Saiyans would do if they met the woman that their Prince had a child with, I don't know lol. More of Fronshir to come :D

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Fourteenth Chapter

Fronshir was impressed with Vegeta. It had been at least a month since they’d been bunkering together and the Prince became wise to his special abilities in a heartbeat. It didn’t take but two weeks for Vegeta to outright ask him what type of powers he possessed and not two days after that for him to ask if he would teach them to him. There were some things that Vegeta would be unable to learn, things that came about only from being born and raised on Horeda, like the innate intuition that he had and the ability to move through objects and walls, which Vegeta was very sore at learning, but telepathy could be taught and Vegeta was catching on very quickly.

            Fronshir fondly observed his quiet and perturbed attitude and listened intently whenever he spoke. Vegeta claimed that Saiyan’s had a similar capability but that it was only something that came about between family and destined partners, and wasn’t used or regarded very highly among his people, to his knowledge, and that was why he was able to learn so quickly.

He was still having a hard time starting up without the connection being noticed by the other or straining too hard, but once he got going it was no problem and shutting of the communication was second nature. Fronshir figured that within another week or so he would be fluent enough to pass any test that they could give him to certify him in the area of telepathy. Things were going along well enough.

Vegeta had told him, from the moment that he learned about this technique, that if he caught him reading his mind or red-handed with information he had not been told he would strangle him to death and be on about his business like nothing ever happened. Fronshir understood and promised that he had never read his mind and that he wouldn’t invade his privacy without expressed permission to communicate in such a way. Vegeta didn’t know if he was telling the truth but he figured he would have to take him at his word until he found out otherwise.

By now Fronshir had gotten to know a little bit about the Saiyan, like what he meant when he said he eats a lot and why the universe held such a reverent fear of the Saiyans. He’d seen him training and meditating and could only imagine what he must be like on the battle field at full power. He was fortunate to have gained him on his side.

Both Prince’s had their prissy moments when they preferred to be left alone, sometimes Fronshir more-so than Vegeta. Vegeta didn’t know if it was just a part of Fronshir or if it had something to do with him but he couldn’t bring himself to ask the other why he seemed to be put off every now and then. Vegeta was not interested in becoming a part of this man’s life anymore than he already was. He had his own issues that needed to be worked out.

Another man’s presence, even that of a gorgeous and intelligent Prince was not enough to keep Kakarot from Vegeta’s mind for long. Every day the man’s face lingered. It was there in his dreams, in the mirror first thing in the morning when he woke up, in the sink when he filled it with water to wash something, in the refrigerator of all things, in his visions when he was training, determined to become strong enough to maybe one day impress Kakarot again. The only thing Kakarot would be impressed with is food and someone new to challenge him. Still not enough time had passed to cease this ache in his heart.

Vegeta was a little weary of this telepathy thing but he knew that’s why he had to learn it, then he would be able to create a stronger block to ward off any attempts of those who could invade his very personal privacy, also it had its perks, being able to reach into others thoughts on a whim and gaining more psychic sensibility. What would Fronshir think if he knew (if he does not) that he was out here alone because he had fled, but not because of something like the irrational misunderstandings of others, but from the illogical reasoning of his own heart?

Sometimes when he woke up all alone, he was amazed at himself for actually doing what he’d said he so longed to do. It wasn’t the same freedom he had imagined it to be. Different and exciting and adventurous like he thought it could be without the rule of Frieza. No, space travel now is just like when he was younger, all those years ago, lonely, quiet, and utterly unfulfilling.

He’s changed so much. Back then he would have found petty things to preoccupy himself with. He would have jumped from planet to planet, stealing resources, learning, if it had anything to offer, and then destroying every creature, every building and monument, and every form of life that passed his way, before demolishing the planet altogether and moving on to the next. He’d once found so much illegitimate joy in such devastation. All the anger in his being had found it’s calling; thwarting out in all directions, making a flat, desolate path in its wake for him to stroll on, his soul intent on walking downward, taking the lonely journey to power and the end of his days.

It just isn’t the same now. When he met Kakarot and a young, spirited Gohan and all of their friends who followed so close behind, so full of trust and faith… and Kakarot had spared him…

It had taken him years but he slowly succumbed to the Saiyan who called himself “Goku.” Even if it was only a small part of himself that he had given up just to be near his sanctity, he wished to dwell there for as long as possible. He even waited seven long years just for the chance to meet up with him once again face to face. But that idea had turned into something else as time wore on, his mind became well aware of the true interests that he had in the younger man and a heart that he thought he’d been rid of began to beat to a sole desire; to be one with Kakarot, which just felt so right.

Vegeta couldn’t go on dwelling on what was but could no longer be especially not now that he was in the presence of another. But there was a small part of him that constantly argued with him and seemed to promise that he would never be rid of his longing to be a part of Goku and he cursed himself for it.

“Vegeta,” Fronshir called from up the stairs, “Come here.” Vegeta was there in a flash, startling Fronshir, though he should have been used to it by now. The man pointed to the ship’s readings, showing him that they were running low on fuel, and he said, “I hadn’t noticed before. There is a planet nearby, maybe they’ll be willing to help.” Vegeta wondered why he had never thought about refueling the ship and he didn’t think that anyone would be willing to help him while Fronshir stood up from his seat in front of the screen, and stood next to him. Smiling down, he told him, “I can ask, if you’d like?” Vegeta said nothing, but Fronshir was getting used to his silence and asked him, “Do we have anything to offer them in return?”

“No,” Vegeta answered. He knew, without reading Fronshir’s mind, the Horedan was wondering what exactly Vegeta had planned to do about this in the first place.

“I’m sure it’ll work out,” he shrugged, “I’ll set the coordinates for a landing and ask for permission. We can figure out some way to repay them.”

Vegeta looked skeptical and uninterested in becoming involved in their problem. Fronshir keyed in the coordinates and went about his business in the ship, not one to fuss over matters.

Vegeta watched as Fronshir busied himself until they got a response. He figured, in a way, it was good to have the other man aboard the ship otherwise he may have had to revert to his old ways in order to get things done. He begun to think about his reputation and consider the importance of it, or lack thereof.

“Vegeta,” Fronshir called from out of the refrigerator, “are you hungry?”

A small smirk fell over the Saiyan’s lips, “Do you even have to ask?” he glanced in his direction before taking his leave back to his part of the ship.

Fronshir smiled back and began preparing a feast for the two of them as Vegeta left the room. He enjoyed the Prince’s company, when he stuck around, more than anyone he knew could imagine they would enjoy the company of a Saiyan. Vegeta was very reserved and refined when he wasn’t being short-tempered. Fronshir couldn’t help but notice the attractive qualities in the Prince, what with his gorgeous face and masterly sculpted body. He tried to chalk it up to good genes and proper breeding but that didn’t help his heart from racing every time the man got a little close.

He knew that it was just a simple infatuation and that their kind could never mix, but an interest of his it remains. He also knew that the other man was not completely opposed to the affection of a male species and a part of his mind wondered at the possibilities. If only he could just kiss him once, what would he have to say about it? But Fronshir valued his life more than his ego and stilled his longings, for now.

He watched the other man very closely, as he had been taught to do so for anyone other than his own kind. He dared not invade his personal privacy which Vegeta had gone through great lengths to protect and obviously still felt reason to border. Fronshir knew that he would never be able to understand everything about Vegeta, but he was certainly willing to learn. Maybe they could simply kindle a fire that raged deep within both of them.

Fronshir knew that he was lonely to begin with, among other predicaments, and it wasn’t fair to drop his particular poison into someone else’s lap but Prince Vegeta had become open to him in the first place, allowing the peculiar union to take place, he figured they could take it other places in the meantime. He marveled at the inner workings of the man’s mind, curious to his decisions, not wise enough to mind his own business. He’d already begun meddling in the man’s affairs.

He knew though, there were other matters to attend to and that the sure way was the long way, and the hard way was the road to relief. Whether it is by word or by action he would learn the answers to his withheld questions. More and more he came to the conclusion that the other man’s intimate affection was worth the wait.

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Piccolo knew that today the other Saiyan’s would arrive and he had been waiting for hours now. More Saiyans than they knew what to do with were about to land and he still hadn’t figured out how he felt about the ones that were already here.

            He hadn’t attempted to see Goku since the last time he listened in on his conversation with Von. He also knew Goku hadn’t tried seeing the other Saiyan since then either, though he seemed quite intent on watching over the Saiyan’s in general. Piccolo decided that even though he still felt like Goku wasn’t acting like himself he appreciated the fact that he wasn’t just jumping in to join the rest of them.

            He couldn’t imagine how much longer it was going to be for Goku to join him today in his wait, since he figured his estimations of their landing were about what Goku’s would be and he didn’t expect him to sit back and let them land without a welcoming committee. He’d been standing here for quite some time though, maybe Goku knew something he didn’t, or he was just edgy. He tried not to be impatient, knowing it was being brought on by other issues.

One being that Von knows about the impending arrival, too, and he pondered if the two groups were in direct communication (which would make sense) and if they were sharing information and if so, how much? If the Saiyans were going to attack them wouldn’t they have done it already? Unless, that is, they were hoping to gain all their forces together before letting on to any deceit. He also wondered if not telling them about Vegeta was such a good idea. If he could give Von a destination sooner rather than later, would they leave? Maybe Piccolo could find a decent place himself for them to get lost?

            “Hey,” Gohan’s hand touched Piccolo’s shoulder, startling him out of his thoughts though Gohan would never know it.

            Piccolo was happy to see him, he was too caught up in his own world to even consider the fact that he’d be here, too. “Hey, Gohan.”

            “You look worried?” Gohan’s hand left his friend’s shoulder. He admitted to him, though he didn’t want to, “I’m nervous for their arrival, too.” He didn’t want Piccolo to think that there was anything to worry about, but then again it was just like with the first time they’d met Saiyans, after all. They’d never met any of these particular people either. Gohan’s stomach churned and twisted in apprehension.

            Piccolo said, “No need to be nervous, kid.” He normally would have finished it up with ‘Your Dad can handle these guys,’ but right now Goku wasn’t handling anything. From Piccolo’s point of view, Goku seemed to be staying absent in an attempt at letting Von keep the power over the people until he could decide what he was going to do about them, or more specifically, how to get them to leave him alone permanently.

A part of Piccolo recognized other issues with Goku’s decision to join them, like the fact that he never wanted to in the first place, and the fact that Vegeta’s not here. Still there was a small hint of interest that Piccolo picked up off of Goku and he supposed he couldn’t blame him, he’d felt very much at home when he got to see his planet, Namek. What type of friend would he be if he hated on Goku for being curious about his own people? Besides, in more pressing matters, Piccolo understood what Von was saying when he argued his point that if Goku raised his power level in any way to these guys, which he may have to do eventually anyways, they’ll automatically worship him. It caused a slight problem.

            “Where’s my Dad?” Gohan asked after a few minutes, the cliché reality of it setting in as they remembered so many times they were waiting on him.

            Piccolo didn’t answer, he’d been trying to locate him and nothing was coming up. He wondered where he could have gotten off to and why at such a time.

            Goten and Trunks arrived together once they’d felt Gohan and Piccolo gather, they realized the immense powers that seemed to gain speed as they got closer were almost here. Right before the ships entered into the atmosphere Goku appeared out of thin air before them all.

“Dad!” Goten yelled right as the aliens zoomed into view in the sky.

There was silence amongst them after that for a good five minutes while the new additions found their spot on the Earth. Goku flew low, everyone in tow, and landed a bit of a ways off from their destination. He told everyone to stay close to him, that this time they were going to wait a little longer before jumping down there to join them. He didn’t even bother glancing at Trunks yet the child had to withhold from flinching.

Goku’s calculating eyes put Piccolo’s mind at ease, as he set his own focus’s on sight, beholding the view before him, similar but different to the one several weeks before.

One man stood out from amongst the crowd. Tall, not quite as tall as Von but more massive than him by every other means, he reminded Piccolo of Radditz in stature. His hair was a messy, short, dirty blonde, almost brunette, that fell into his face, which was rugged, battle worn and timeless. His dark eyes seemed to stare at everything and everyone as he walked through their ruckus, never looking down, never looking up, only sweeping his vision from side to side.

The rest of the men were running to position or looking for family and friends. Some jumped straight into the sky and scouted the view, seeming to be waiting for a sighting of the other Saiyans while others set up a perimeter, similar to what Thelel had the men doing when the first group got here.

Commands were being shouted by two or three men who moved through the crowds shoving people out of their way who they thought were lingering in one spot too long. But mostly the people were finding significant others who had been grouped to travel on a ship other than their own.

“How many are there?” Piccolo asked Goku, but Goku only shook his head. There weren’t as many as last time, maybe 60 or 70 men in all; Goku was never one for numbers.

The big guy seemed to find the dead center of the circle of the crowd and just stood there, looking at a device on his wrist that must be interesting by the concentration he had on it. He turned his gaze to the east, where the gang was located, though he couldn’t see them, he didn’t look away, regardless of the frantic actions of those around him.

“What are we waiting for?” Trunks finally asked.

“We’re waiting for the other Saiyans,” Goku stated simply, never taking his eyes off of the scene before him.

“How-” Goten began to talk but Gohan flashed a friendly glare that stumped him into silence.

Piccolo felt the approach of some of the original Saiyan’s from the east, which meant they were coming up behind them, and he told everyone to duck down and hide before they passed over them. As he watched them go by, he wondered if Goku just assumed that the first group would be somewhat aware of the second’s appearance today and go looking for them or if he told them about. He didn’t think that Goku would do that, but that didn’t stop the thought from forming.

The group of three that flew in met up overhead with two of the scout’s who’d leapt to the sky and had probably been waiting.

One man from Von’s group said, “Tell Commander Dunduil to gather these men and follow us.”

The other men looked irritated but one flew off to give the message to the brawny man, who’d already spotted them and was awaiting their message.

The soldier returned to the group and responded with, “He said we’ll make it there with time.”

A second spoke in the original band and he told them, “We will wait for your crew here until you are ready and accompany you there, by order of Von.”

The men who had just arrived on the planet looked at one another annoyed and a little unsure of delivering that message. The one who’d already been back and forth with the first message pushed the other off to take his turn in delivering the news.

The second man went to see the leader, Dunduil, and returned moments later, shaking. He said, “He requests Von’s appearance.”

“And it shall be granted,” Von’s voice startled them all as came up fast behind the five men exchanging information. His gaze was set on Dunduil, a frown on his face, but the large man smirked at him and seemed to welcome his visit.

Piccolo was slightly impressed at Von and a little irritated at himself, the man had virtually snuck up on them and may have very well spotted them while he was at it, although he hoped he was wrong and that the other man was, like they, too distracted to notice.

“Dunduil,” Von’s words spread over the land, loud and captivating, causing a hush throughout the people, “Won’t you join us? We are not far from here and the resources are good.”

“I like it here, Von,” Dunduil voice carried and he shook his head, his smile challenging. “I think you should move the people to this site, instead.”

Von touched ground in front of Dunduil to argue his point, choosing to take it to eye level with the man instead of making a scene, “We’ve already begun to build houses for these people. It is easier this way, we will aid in accompaniment if necessary.”

“Why must it always be your way, Von? You got to leave first so naturally the site you picked is better,” Dunduil seemed sincere though Von heard treachery and ignorance and did not trust a word that he said, “Why could I have not joined you for the first time meeting our Prince?”

“Who else, then, would have led these people safely here if not you, Dunduil?” Von flattered him and explained what he couldn’t seem to get through his head, “It is not by my rule that we stay all in one space, but by good reason. Besides, this is not our home, you know that. We are still searching and I will need your help and the help of your men in finding one.”

Dunduil laughed and circled Von, never having liked his diplomatic resolution to every fucking thing. He’d much prefer it if Von would stand up, be a man and take a hit for what he believed in. It had been a while since he had proved that strength of his in Dunduil’s opinion. Still, now wasn’t the time for a fight. “Fine,” he leaned in and whispered into his ear as he continued passing him by from all angles, his breath lingering unwanted on Von’s neck. “Have it your way, we leave at once.”

The man’s smile was offensive to Von, just as offensive as his proximity and his presence but Von kept his mouth shut, darting off into the sky, nodding at his men as he took his exit. They must have known what he meant since they nodded in return and spread out as though to take post in overseeing the groups gathering.

Dunduil turned to the few men who’d been shouting order’s before and practically did the same thing as Von, nodding at them while he took his station amongst his people. They understood what he requested and began shouting more orders to pack up and get moving. One of Von’s men left with a large group once they were ready, then another left with the second group, and Dunduil travelled in the third and final group on their way to join Von, leaving few traces behind that they had ever landed there.

“Looks like trouble,” Piccolo said to Goku once the others had disappeared into the sky. He’d overheard all types of conversation from the first Saiyan travelers and none of them had mentioned this man’s name before. Piccolo didn’t like Von, but he liked this guy even less.

Goku was wondering about Dunduil, too, and what history these people had together. Von and Dunduil seemed to have things under control in a way and Goku was a little relieved to find there was someone else who also looked over the Saiyans. Even though, there was a lot of animosity there just now, and Goku definitely didn’t want to get involved with all of that.

“What are we gonna do, Dad?” Gohan asked, “You thinking about not going to the site? The rest of the Saiyans will mention you to the others; they’ll be waiting for your arrival.”

Piccolo and Goku knew Gohan was right and it really didn’t give them very many options if their main goal was to keep the peace.

Goku said, “I don’t want to rush into that either,” and they all understood that meant more hiding in the rocks for them and feeling out the situation for the best plan. Goku took off once he sensed the groups had all joined together and they hid themselves from view though they could hear some of the more prominent conversation.

From the looks of it all of these people had a history together and they were blending like they’d never been two in the first place. Even more faces to memorize Piccolo thought. Once lovers and friends found each other the tension from an hour ago seemed a distant memory and they were just as joyous as they all had been when the first lot got here.

Trunks and Goten were itching to join their friends again and make some new ones but they knew that there had to be another set of introductions first, as reluctant as they were to have it. They waited for Goku to make a decision on how he was going to go about entering himself into the equation. He seemed intent on staying put as long as possible.

“Dad,” Gohan whispered, moving closer to Goku, “Von didn’t tell Dunduil Vegeta’s not here, what do you think he’ll do?”

Goku licked his lips and shook his head, Gohan probably shouldn’t be leaning closer to him right now, it was clouding his judgment, but he remained on task and quietly said, “We’ll find out, I guess.”

The burly man did seem to be popular with everyone, receiving much respect from the men he passed who had not seen him in quite some time. He ignored the fawning from women and men who’d obviously missed him during these long months of not seeing his face, and he only found time to say anything to a very select few people.

Von seemed to be avoiding Dunduil from the looks of it, perhaps secretly hoping Goku would come before he had to actually talk to Dunduil himself. Von was travelling to and fro, checking in on all the smaller groups within the now completed reunion to make sure that there were no problems, no one missing, and no one hurt. Dunduil tracked him down eventually, stepping into his path and refusing to let him pass without a confrontation, friendly or not.

“Where is the Prince? What have you been doing this whole time, Von?” there was a small, mischievous smile in his eyes as Dunduil questioned him in front of everyone who had it in mind to listen. A circle formed around the two of them that grew with the attention of every Saiyan within ears reach.

“Prince Vegeta is not here,” Von said, “Regardless, the King has been crowned.”

“So where is this ‘King’ Goku? You always spoke so highly of him and now he’s not even here to greet us,” He opened up his hands to the sky and raised his voice, “I don’t see him? Why does he not come to the arrival of his new subjects?” he spoke to the crowd and some of them began to agree, shouting out their right to lay eyes upon the new King, arguing their importance amongst their kind.

“Let’s not get impatient, Dunduil,” Von tried his best not to get rattled by him, knowing that’s exactly what he wanted out of him, “He did not arrive we first landed, either, but he will be here.”

Dunduil greedily took in the sight of Von and asked him, “Did you even see his power, Von? Did he have to prove himself to you, even without the presence of our Prince, or did you just hand over the crown like you do yourself?”

Von did not show any irritation at his insinuations, as much willpower as it commanded from him. Unhurried, his words left his mouth, “You would cower to the dirt beneath your feet and the words that you dare utter before me would never leave your lips if his Highness were here this moment.”

“Well in that case,” Dunduil laughed, “I guess I should really watch it!” A few of the new men in the crowds joined him in his howling laughter, not taking Von’s threat any more seriously than Dunduil did by his bad example.

Von began to walk forward and go around Dunduil, the way he was heading before this conversation began. When his footsteps led him to pass the other man, Dunduil put out his arm and stopped him. “Where is Prince Vegeta?”

One moment Goku was with the group, the next he appeared five or six feet in front of Dunduil, never warning his comrades of his choice. They stayed behind for now reluctantly by Piccolo’s instruction. Von turned around quickly, sensing the swift change in his surroundings, and he was thankful for Goku’s unimpeachable arrival. He bowed at him and the rest of the crowd whom had knowledge of their King bowed as well while the newcomers followed suit.

Von glared at Dunduil for not showing his respect and proclaimed loud and proud for everyone else, “LIJIMH GOKU!” His voice carried in a sharp echo through the air.

Dunduil’s hesitance to kneel did not go unnoticed, not that Goku cared whether or not any of them bowed before him, but this man had become somewhat of an irritation to him by his lack of interest in working together with Von, purely for good-will’s sake. He knew that he would have to pretend to be ignorant to his prior comments, as though he’d truly just arrived on the scene.

“Von,” Goku shook his head, as though to say that he didn’t like being announced that way, although he understood why Von felt it was necessary and hoped it would be the last time.

“King Goku,” Von took a few steps out of the way, “This is Dunduil, he has successfully executed the voyage of the rest of our kind to this planet and it is my honor to introduce the two of you.” Von’s eyes fell to a close, his hands out and open, as he allowed the two of them to have their first few moments together.

“Sire,” Dunduil said, but did not utter anything else.

“I’ve already told Von and the others, and now I will tell the rest of you…”

Von looked up, shock in his eyes at Goku’s immediate denial once again. He willed him to stop but he would not adhere.

“…I will not be your King.”

Dunduil’s immediate confusion was obvious and he sputtered, “Why, why not? Did you not defeat Freeza on planet Namek like everyone says?”

Goku didn’t know that the things he did in his past were going to be such a big deal now, although Freeza had taken priority in his mind as a terrible foe. He answered with, “That was a long time ago.”

“Are you not a legendary? The Legendary?” Dunduil demanded the information from him, taking a step closer and examining him.

“I don’t know the ‘Legendary’ that you speak of,” Goku told them all, “I have already explained to Von that I refuse to be the King, and all of you will be leaving this place very shortly to start over.”

“What?” Dunduil brashly yelled at him and a mummer started up amongst the crowd with mostly the stir of “hush-sh.”

Goku didn’t understand why he was so upset, a minute before he’d been in doubt of his power and now he was angry that he wasn’t going to rule. It didn’t make any sense but he tried to stay aligned with himself instead of becoming any more involved with these issues. There was no answer to his question that Goku could find and he briefly wondered why he was even attempting to make that decision before remembering Vegeta, who would love to have this chance.

“Dunduil,” Von interrupted and tried to take up for Goku, “Calm yourself. These matters take time to work themselves out.”

“Shut up,” he turned more fully towards the other man he was more familiar with, not ready to face this ‘Goku’ he’s only heard rumors about. “You act like you know everything, like there’s some big secret only you are in on. You think you’ll be the one to rule, is that it?”

The people in the crowd watched closely, some began to grow weary and some excited at the fight that seemed close to eruption. This was not the first time they had seen these two scuffling and the majority of them knew better than to egg things on.

“I do not wish to rule these people,” Von announced for everyone to hear and Piccolo was a little surprised to hear him say it. He went on, “I would have no other King than King Goku and our destined King, Vegeta.”

“Where IS Vegeta?!”

The whole crowd gasped and stepped back upon Dunduil’s inquiry, though they wondered the same, they would never imagine addressing the Prince so lightly, even in his absence. To demand information on a Royal without their proper respects was a death sentence to say the least should that person ever come to knowledge of it. Each and every one of them remained silent as they awaited a response from their King.

Suddenly Gohan, Trunks, Goten and Piccolo arrived without forewarning.

Goku’s eyes stared into Dunduil’s and his only response was, “You will address him as your Prince.”

Von smirked, impressed by him. He liked hearing those words come out of King Goku’s mouth for some reason, only furthering his belief in their previous relationship. He interrupted everything once again and began at the first in line, starting with Trunks, he told the people, “Oqijimdif Trunks, Oqijimdif Vegeta’s tipim! Bimic Oqijimdif Gohan, Lijimh Goku’s ejiqits apiqim bimic Oqijimdif Goten, sgif Tijqif’it tifdipmic tipim!” (Prince Trunks, Prince Vegeta’s son! And Prince Gohan, King Goku’s first born and Prince Goten, the Sire’s second son!”)

The onlookers bellowed their approval not needing a cue from the first who were more familiar with the group before them. This had been a long awaited moment for all of them and was certainly a time for great celebration. Their cries were no less than they had been the very first time they soared through the air.

Dunduil began to understand the situation what was at hand and was irritated his stooge hadn’t been as spot-on as he would have liked. Although their King, this Goku, who didn’t look like much of anything other than a handsome face, had determined that he wasn’t interested in being King, Von refused to allow him to withdraw just yet, obviously because their Prince isn’t here, and there was a whole family that went along with it that he hadn’t given any thought to.

Von spoke over the cheers beyond them, “Piccolo, please excuse me for not making mention of your name, our people regard you highly, as well, however, this is for the new Royal’s glory,” and he bowed to him, alone, as he attempted to explain himself, knowing that this was the second time everyone but him had been announced at all and knowing that the feeling could never be a fun one.

Piccolo didn’t say anything and looked away, surprised and annoyed Von had singled him out at all, even though no one was paying any attention now that they had been introduced to their new leaders. He didn’t care to get sucked into this in any way and wasn’t about to get distracted by any detail of it.

Gohan smiled up at Piccolo at Von’s apology, apparently glad for it even if Piccolo wasn’t. It was transparent in the youth’s eyes that he wished to join Von’s side and even in the hypnotic grey of Von’s gaze one could see a fondness that has bloomed between the two, and an attraction that wished for nothing other than their merger, still they hesitated to stand side by side.

The cheering from around them was relentless, twice as loud as it had been before and the Saiyans seemed all the more enthusiastic about going on their way, enjoying their days now that they were all together again at last.

Dunduil’s presence could not go unnoticed for long, though, and with the retreat of Von from Gohan at his reluctance, Dunduil drew nearer.

“You haven’t lived up to your part, Von,” Dunduil spoke in low tones, a deeper note tending to be heard louder than a higher pitched one.

Von ignored him as much as he could, he did not wish to be told of his shortcomings, especially when it came to information on their Prince. He would have carried on his way, had it not been for the grasp onto his arm halting him.

Goku interrupted whatever Dunduil was about to say with, “I’d like to speak with you.”

Dunduil wasn’t surprised to hear him say those words and he withdrew his hold of Von’s limb and followed Goku into the air obediently.

Von watched their ascension and when he looked back down, his eyes stared into Gohan’s and he mirrored his smile, which seemed to brighten the moment. He wondered how he’d managed so long without ever seeing it.
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