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Atavism	By : ctsama Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 9192 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Party Crashed

Goku had wanted Vegeta to keep within arm’s reach of himself, Piccolo or Bulma, people who knew what had happened to him, just in case. He had done so for as long as he could, and even in getting some alone time he’d taken care; this place was only accessible through a locked door or flight. Videl couldn’t sense energy, so finding him truly must have taken a lot of work.

She held the sleeping Pan to her chest while she spoke to his rigid back. “I’m here for answers, Vegeta. Gohan is falling apart.”

“Your marital troubles are none of my concern.”

Her eyes narrowed at his chilly, dismissive tone. Part of her was hoping they could do this as civilly as possible, that Vegeta would be remorseful but obviously being around humanity even this long hadn’t tamed his feral nature after all. She would have to force the issue, make him admit and pay for the damage he’d caused to her family.

“When I came home one day last week Gohan and Bulma were screaming at each other. He even had a red mark on his cheek from where she’d hit him. They stopped and she stomped out as soon as I came in but I heard them mention you and Trunks. He tosses and turns all night long, and it’s your name that he cries out. I’d say that puts you just off the center of our troubles. And since he can’t talk to me about anything, here I am. What do you have to say for yourself?”

Vegeta chuckled bitterly at the picture she painted. “Let me guess. I lured your husband into an illicit affair, Bulma found out and blamed him, and now it’s your turn to confront me in dramatic fashion. Have I got it surrounded?”

Her anger only intensified. “Actually, no. He came home looking like he’d been beaten within an inch of his life. He’d been crying. He went straight to bed and stayed there, and he jumps whenever I touch him.” Her eyes narrowed. “You and I both know what really happened. I just want to hear you say it.”

Vegeta made no reply, processing what she’d said, what she thought him capable of. He told himself it didn’t matter, that her opinion meant nothing.

On another day, another time it would have pissed him off. But now, it hurt. Not that he would admit or show it.

A deafening silence settled between them, disturbed only slightly by Videl’s harsh breaths. He didn’t even move and the moment stretched on longer than she could tolerate. “I want the truth, Vegeta! Now answer me!”

“You are neither my child nor my mate. I owe you nothing,” he snapped. “Besides, you’ve already judged me guilty. What more is there for me to say?”

Before she could respond Pan stirred and began to cry but there was something very wrong in it, something that snapped Vegeta out of his unease. Even Videl’s attention entirely shifted. She believed her life falling down around her ears but as soon as Pan began to cry her focus moved entirely to her in a show of maternal fear.

“What’s wrong with her?” Vegeta asked.

Videl breathed out in an angry huff, not wanting to trust the man but willing to indulge a temporary truce for her daughter. Whatever was wrong with her hadn’t been healed by hands that had touched her so far, and Vegeta was the only one left who had practical knowledge of Saiyan ways. “She’s been like this for two weeks now. She won’t take a bottle until she’s starving, she just yells and screams until then. She’s losing weight and even the doctor is worried.”

Vegeta frowned, finally turned and hopped off the railing. “A bottle… Formula? Is that all you’re giving her?”

“Of course,” Videl responded as though he were an idiot for asking. “What else?” Vegeta walked toward her and held his arms out. She stepped back, chafing at the silent demand. Speaking to him about her daughter was one thing but allowing him to hold her child was another. Vegeta’s eyes narrowed.

“If I’m the monster you think me why did you come here alone, and with your baby? If you’re right about me that makes you careless or stupid. Either way I expected better of you.” She gasped but held still. “You will let your own child starve to death because you think you hate me?” He said quietly. “What kind of a parent are you?”

She couldn’t argue with that, couldn’t say anything to that and mutely placed the baby in his waiting arms. Vegeta touched a gentle finger to Pan’s forehead. He frowned, then the expression cleared into one of understanding. Pan’s cries tapered off almost immediately and she stuck a thumb in her mouth, big watery eyes focused on him as she whimpered a little. Videl spluttered, “How did you do that?”

He ignored her for a moment. Pan was a pretty little thing, though beyond the hair and eye color she didn’t look much like her half sisters. Even though she was more human than Saiyan something in her called out to him and Vegeta frowned when he realized why. The potentially dangerous legacy of her father’s power had passed to her and he could feel it. If she wasn’t properly trained there was a chance she could repeat her father’s mistakes as well. She was only a baby now though, there was time to arrange it. “I just let her know that I understand and I’m going to help.”

“You can… be understood by her? But she’s just a baby! How?”

Vegeta stopped, his look somewhat pitying. “We can all speak mind to mind to some degree. Did you not know?”

She shook her head, unable to hold his gaze. “Why wouldn’t Gohan tell me that?” she said quietly. “Maybe he thought since she’s only a quarter Saiyan…”

Vegeta said nothing, he didn’t believe that any more than she did. “In any case, it’s not spoken language, just a few pictures and mainly feelings at this point,” Vegeta answered absently as though a telepathic communication with an infant was an everyday occurrence. “Come now.”

Videl followed wide-eyed as Vegeta lifted off lightly and touched down near the banquet tables. He walked up and down, searching until he found what he was looking for: chashu. He piled a small amount onto a plate and marched off again toward an ice cream stall. After glaring the worker out of the stall he plugged in one of the unused blenders. In went the pork until it reached a consistency he was happy with.

He poured it into a cup, found a large pearl tea straw and marched off again to a nearby table. He sat down, Videl still following with her mouth hanging slightly open. He settled Pan in the crook of his arm and rubbed her cheek with his tail until she started rooting for food. Once she was ready he started droppering the meat mush into her mouth. She eagerly smacked it up and started fidgeting for more. Vegeta settled into the routine he’d become so comfortable with, even smiling a little as he did it.

Videl pulled a chair over and sat down to keep a close watch. As she watched Vegeta absently using his tail to soothe Pan when the food didn’t come as quickly as wanted it, she was reminded again of just how little she really understood about her new family. Gohan didn’t like to talk about his non-human heritage, and she didn’t push because she hated upsetting him. It was easy to let it go, to buy into the fiction of normalcy. With the exception of Vegeta, those bearing Saiyan blood behaved mostly as humans did. There wasn’t much to disturb the illusion.

But even though they looked human and had adopted human ways, were even being born adapted to their new homeworld’s easy gravity with no tails, the Saiyans were an alien race. And the fact that this stranger, this man who had seriously harmed her husband and her life, knew more about her own daughter’s needs than she did hurt deeply.

This man with his gruff demeanor and fierce countenance… There were things to his credit, great things. But she also knew the violence of his history from the others’ stories. It tracked well with what she’d seen with her own eyes when Vegeta had almost gleefully slaughtered hundreds of innocent people. Even though he himself had developed the plan that revived all those he had killed, that event had been traumatic for her, giving her nightmares for months.

It was difficult to reconcile the mass-murdering destroyer of races with the seemingly gentle man now murmuring a wordless tune to her only child. But the clues didn’t paint a pretty picture. And the way Vegeta had scoffed at her concerns had hurt, as if she were just some ignorant sow. For Pan’s sake she held her tongue, but she knew she couldn’t hold it for long.

By the time Pan had her fill and drifted off to sleep, a bit of a crowd had formed. The sight of the taciturn prince taking care of a baby as though it were second nature was startling. As soon as he realized it he was brought back to the moment in a hurry.

He rose stiffly and handed the sleeping Pan gently back to her mother. “Saiyan children need protein, some more than others. It seems she likes it quite well. Alternate it with the formula - by meal, not both at the same time - and she should be fine.”

Videl took Pan and the strange combined feelings of resentment, anger and gratitude prevented her from looking him in the eye or speaking.

“Hey, when did you get so good at taking care of babies, Vegeta? Have you embarked on a new career of being a nanny?” Yamcha piped in with an obnoxious grin.

Vegeta never thought he’d be grateful for the irritating man’s verbal jabs but the distraction was welcome. He crossed his arms and shrugged. “Maybe. And if you ever find a woman who can stand you I’ll give you my card.”

“Burn!” Krillin laughed, but so did Yamcha.

“Well we’ve just about had it with you disappearing,” Krillin started in good-naturedly, hands on his hips. “Who do you think has to spar with Goku when you disappear to keep him from climbing the walls? We all do! And I’ll have you know that I’m tired of him beating up on me!”

Videl stood to the side as the conversation continued without her. Her husband wouldn’t speak to her, her child had needed help she, her mother, hadn’t known to give. And now she was forgotten by family and friends? No. She was tired of being pushed to the side and ignored.

“And when did you get your tail back?” Tenshinhan asked. Vegeta forgot he’d been using it with Pan and quickly folded it back around his waist. “Goku said that it took something major for that to happen. Come to think of it, you’ve been missing in action for a long time, Vegeta. What’s been going on with you?”

This was the last thing he needed. Tenshinhan actually had enough brains in that big bald head to put a few things together. “Nothing you’d be interested in, I’m sure.”

Videl finally exploded. “I’m interested, Vegeta. Why don’t you tell us!”

Vegeta sighed wearily, turned to her and she felt patronized, like a stupid child. It grated on her nerves even more.

“I know what you did to Gohan. He’s falling apart, and it’s your fault! Now admit the truth!”

“Wait, what? What’s wrong with Gohan?” Tien asked. Others wanted to know as well and Videl was more than happy to fill them in.

Videl was talking again, repeating all her suspicions as fact and a strange daze fogged Vegeta’s thoughts, along with an odd sense of detachment. He hadn’t expected this kind of public confrontation from her, but he supposed it made sense. With the stress of Gohan being in crisis and Pan’s health she couldn’t have been sleeping well, and if she was anything like Bulma she might well have been depressed after giving birth.

That might explain it, but it wouldn’t help resolve anything. He wasn’t ready to deal with this, didn’t want the truth known, didn’t want his weakness exposed before so many. But short of fighting Videl’s accusations with the awful truth he had no way of defending himself. And even if he did, without Dende or one of the others who had seen Gohan changed there was no guarantee he’d even be believed. It was so much easier to blame the monster.

As much as he hated feeling dependent on anything outside himself all he really wanted was Goku. He could feel him in the kitchen with Bulma and Whis. “I have more important things to do,” he growled, turning to go. ‘Let them think what they want, I don’t care.’

Videl’s father stepped into his path though, as did others and Vegeta vaguely remembered that humans liked grouping up to follow the loudest mouth.

They were only weak humans, but they might as well have been a pantheon of hostile gods for all his body cared; it simply would not obey him. Old, unresolved resentments rose to the surface, added to their sense of justice for their beloved friend and there was no way they were going to let him leave without an admission of guilt or violence. And why not? He had never been able to let them understand him, had never known how even if he’d had the inclination to share. That was Goku’s gift. Why were his actions never enough to make up for that failing? He looked around at these people he had known for years now, who apparently didn’t know him at all, angry for all the wrong reasons and his head ached, why did his head ache so fucking badly?

Different questions seemed to come from everywhere, some loud and accusing, some whispered in hushed tones but they were all so loud to him, reverberating through his head. Where was Gohan anyway? Why hadn’t he come today? Why wouldn’t he leave home now, why was he so depressed lately?

He was breathing, but too fast for it to do his body much good. His heart hammered in his chest so hard it hurt. He pressed a clawing hand to his chest as though he could squeeze it back to its normal beat.

“Stop, stop it! Something’s wrong!”

That voice wasn’t heeded and those other voices went on and on. Vegeta did what to Gohan? Why could he not have just left Gohan alone? Wasn’t he ashamed of himself? And where was Goku? Goku needed to deal with him, just wait until Goku found out.

Things swam in and out of focus and he realized what was happening. A panic attack was building, bigger than any he’d experienced before.

Gohan, Gohan, Gohan. Poor Gohan.

“Shut up,” he growled out through gritted teeth. “Shut up, shut up, shut. Up.” The words weren’t loud enough. Why were words so difficult all of a sudden?

“I said back off, he can’t get any air!”

“Not until we get some answers!”

He needed, he needed… He dropped his shields, dropped his pride, dropped everything and called out.

//Kakarot…? I can’t… breathe… Help me…//

Vegeta?! I’m coming, what’s-

“Hey! I said I’m talking to you!” A heavy hand fell hard and demanding to his shoulder.

Panic exploded out of him and everything went white.

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Goku Transmitted into pure chaos. The neatly ordered tables were overturned and shoved against each other, and their chairs had been tossed about. Mr. Satan had a trickle of blood dripping down his scalp but it didn’t look serious and though everyone looked shaken no one else seemed to be injured. Videl was holding her sleeping daughter close and looked white as a sheet, but was staring furiously at something behind him. He turned, following the trail of destruction, which all radiated out from a central point…

“Vegeta,” he whispered in alarm.

Goku’s eyes widened and he hoped that Bulma could keep the boys away. Vegeta stood at the center of a circular, whirling vortex of golden energy that pushed out several meters. His back was ramrod straight, arms rigid at his sides, vacant eyes staring sightlessly into the sky. Goku could feel nothing from him save an intense desire to be left alone.

When they saw him Krillin, Tien and some of the others rushed to meet him. “Thank goodness,” Tien said. “We can’t get past whatever that is. He attacked Mr. Satan and-”

“Vegeta can destroy planets. That man has a bump on the head,” Goku said angrily. “Now what really happened here, what did you do to him,” he asked without taking his eyes off his mate.

Several indignant voices protested all at once and he growled. “I don’t have time for this. Krillin, please?”

He nodded tightly and stood straight. “Go ahead.”

Goku’s palm went to his head and a flurry of recent images rushed into his mind. He recoiled in anger when it was finished.

This was the last thing Vegeta needed. He’d assumed that Gohan would have at least told his wife enough of what was going on to keep something like this from happening. But it seemed she was completely in the dark and grasping at straws, though he never would have predicted a reaction like this.

He looked around and there were expectant eyes on him for the most part, waiting for him to get in there and stop Vegeta’s insane rampage no doubt. He spared a small smile and a thank you for one of his oldest friends. Krillin’s had been one of the very few voices of reason.

Videl finally fought her way free of her shock. “Do you even know what Vegeta has done to your son?! He’s always been a danger to everyone around him, even to the planet. You’re the only one who can put an end to all this, you of all people know what he’s capable of!”

“‘Know?’ he hissed. “Your husband doesn’t even know himself, and neither do you. How dare you presume to know Vegeta?”

The tone of his voice startled most of them into silence, but Mr. Satan wouldn’t let his daughter be spoken to in that way by anyone. “Now listen, you weren’t even here! All I did was try to get his attention and he attacked me out of nowhere! He-”

“Enough!” Goku roared. “I don’t have time to tell you how exceptionally wrong you all are, nor should I have to. His actions have saved all of your lives many times over and if that's not enough to stop a mob going after him on the unsubstantiated suspicions of one woman then I don’t care to call any of you ‘friend.’”

He turned his back on them and Krillin was still at his side, now blinking up at him in confusion. “What?”

“Nothing. Just… watching you do the best Vegeta impression I’ve ever seen.”

Goku opened his mouth, shut it. “Huh,” he finally said.

“He wasn’t attacking, he’s protecting himself, isn’t he?” At Goku’s surprise he shrugged, smiled sadly. “I was bullied enough as a child to know the difference. Besides, the head dots aren’t decorative, you know. I know real suffering when I see it.”

“Yeah,” he grimaced. “Things have been… tough lately.”

“Can you get through that shield?”

Goku nodded, reached out and trailed his fingers easily through the barrier that had painfully repelled all others only minutes ago. “It’s not meant to keep me out. But I don’t think I can Transmit him out of here while he’s like this.”

“Just go help him and don’t worry about this mess,” he said gesturing to the gathering behind them. “I think Piccolo is trying to sort this out; he left right as things started going down and he was in a hurry. Go, help him.”

All other thoughts forgotten Goku walked into the maelstrom. He wrapped his arms around Vegeta’s tense body but there was no response at all. Vegeta, I’m here. No one is going to hurt you.

A small slip of barely coherent thought finally answered him. //If they see what I do, why don’t they know who I am?//

Goku’s heart clenched. Vegeta had adopted this planet as his home, had fought and died to protect it and had never failed to do whatever was necessary to correct his mistakes. Even so it seemed the forgiveness of Guardians, Kais and gods were easier to obtain than that of his so-called friends.

Their ignorance won’t cause you any more pain, I won’t let it. He lowered his lips to Vegeta’s lightly, and as the familiarity and gentleness called to him slowly Vegeta kissed him back. Just as slowly he felt Vegeta coming back to himself. First came the realization of what Goku was doing in full view of everyone. Next came the shame of having broken down and needing to be saved yet again. Shame and frustration with his own weakness bubbled to the surface.

Vegeta, I’m proud to be your mate and I had no intention of hiding it. After today my opinion of many of them is a lot lower than it was and if anyone doesn’t like us being together they can kiss my ass. And for the millionth time, you needing me like this doesn’t mean you’re weak. I wish you’d let me do more for you.

Vegeta sighed, confused again by Goku’s attitude. Weakness was to be punished, hidden or eliminated, not coddled.

Just because he had unconditional support now didn’t mean he knew what to do with it yet.

Goku felt a jolt go through Vegeta’s body and his mind went completely blank again. The shield surrounding them intensified and Vegeta’s heart rate shot up frighteningly. He was reacting to something. Goku searched outside the shield and discovered what it was.

He swore and held Vegeta as tightly to him as he could. Piccolo had brought his son here.

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Piccolo didn’t bother with formalities. He simply kicked in the front door.

He could feel Gohan upstairs and leaped up them as fast as he could to see something that both hurt him and made him furious.

His student, hell, his surrogate child curled in a tight ball in his own bed, in self-imposed exile and misery. Piccolo stood frozen by the sight for a moment, until Gohan’s eyes cracked and fluttered open, confusion, shock and dismay at seeing him plain.

Piccolo’s eyes narrowed as anger won out. While Goku and Vegeta were doing their best to pick up the pieces and put Vegeta back together, Gohan had been here doing nothing, allowing his errors to steadily compound. “Is this what you’ve been doing for the past two weeks? Feeling sorry for yourself?”

His teacher was one of the few who knew the full extent of his crimes. Gohan knew this meeting was inevitable but had wanted to put it off as long as possible. When Piccolo hauled him out of bed by his arm he flinched, expecting an attack. Instead Piccolo clenched sharp teeth before yelling at him in frustration.

“Were you planning on hiding in here forever? You fucked up Gohan, and people suffered for it. And not just Vegeta, think about your father. I’ve never seen him so afraid as I have through all this, he needs Vegeta. You don’t have the right to wallow in self-pity, you need to get off your ass and take responsibility!”

Gohan pushed at him, not wanting to hear the truth but he couldn’t break free. “You don’t understand! He didn’t love me but he at least trusted me, and I hurt him, Piccolo! I more than hurt him and now he’ll hate me forever. I can’t face this, it’s too much. Leave me alone. Please.”

“Leave you alone so you can keep hurting him, you mean?” Piccolo ground out.

“...What?” Gohan blinked widely. “The bond is dead, I can’t even-”

“You told your wife nothing. All she knows is that you’re in pain and that Vegeta’s name is apparently the only thing coming out of your mouth. He pokes his head out for the first time in years and you let her go to a party with him. What. Were. You. Thinking?!”

Sluggishly his brain caught up to what Piccolo was saying. He hadn’t thought about much these last two weeks, and he had no idea how much his silence had hurt and frightened Videl. “Has it really been two weeks…? I… Oh no. Piccolo, is he okay?”

“How could he be? When I left Videl was giving the others her theory of what happened to you as fact, and it’s not pretty. In fact, even though it’s an extremely tame version of what you actually did to him they’re shocked and very, very angry.”

Gohan shook his head, tried to turn his head away in denial. It couldn’t be true. “No… I don’t think anyone would truly believe he’d hurt me-”

“Then you’re in denial,” Piccolo snarled. “Did you forget that you were banking on that very reaction yourself? He’s in the shit again right now. It’s your doing, and Vegeta is in no shape to deal with it. I don’t care how you do it, but you need to face what you’ve done. I won’t turn my back on you as long as you do what it takes to make this right, but if you walk away from this I want nothing more to do with you.”

Gohan shook Piccolo’s hand off, frowned, his mind finally awakening again. He could feel Piccolo waiting for him to make a decision either way. He walked away a few steps, crouching back on the bed and Piccolo despaired of ever seeing anything left of the boy he knew. But relief flooded him a moment later when Gohan simply reached across it to grab a shirt off the dresser to quickly throw on over his pajama pants. “They need to hear it from me. Let’s go.”

He put a hand out and Piccolo took it, a very small but honest smile on his face. The Gohan he knew and loved was still in there. He’d just needed to be slapped awake after all.

They Transmitted in and Piccolo moved away a few steps, arms folded. He nodded at Gohan and his former student forced down the lump in his throat.

There was relief all around at his appearance. Videl ran to him, threw her arms around him and was so grateful to see him up and out of bed. It was amazing how worried she had been for him. Even now her strength was only a small fraction of his but every bit of it was devoted to protecting him. It was that great strength and ferocity that he’d fallen in love with.

Bulma had kept it quiet. She really didn’t want to but to preserve Vegeta’s privacy she’d done it. But she’d at least known the truth. Videl knew nothing but what she’d seen and put together. And like the fighter she’d been before they settled down together, she’d attacked the enemy.

Her eyes glistened with tears and he touched her cheek. His eyes fell to his daughter.

No, his firstborn daughter. He had three now. He could smell Vegeta’s scent on Pan and noticed how peacefully she was sleeping. Of course he’d have known what to do to help her, and been willing to do it. Vegeta was a good father. ‘To all my children,’ Gohan thought.

Behind him the dull roar of Vegeta’s manifested fear vibrated into him.

He’d never felt lower.

“It’s nothing like you’re thinking, Videl. Nothing at all.”

She frowned, confused. It would have explained everything. “How could that be?”

“He never hurt me, Videl,” he said just as quietly. “I know what you think, and… you’re wrong. He didn’t seduce me, he didn’t beat me, he didn’t rape me, he could never hurt anyone like that.”

“But I saw you all beat up, if it wasn’t him, then who-”

“It was my father. He had to stop me, I was... hurting... Vegeta. There’s been something wrong with me for the past couple of years and I was completely out of control. Vegeta never laid a hand on me except…”

“Except?” she said asked, wide eyes almost hopeful.

“Except to try to… make me leave him alone.”

He saw it in her eyes, the moment in which she understood what he was saying and he would never forget her look of horror. She took a step back in fear, but just as quickly realized he hadn’t behaved any differently toward her or Pan in all this time. Distracted, even absent at times, but never dangerous or violent.

He still spoke to his wife but more loudly, enough to be heard by the onlookers. “He didn’t do anything to me. I’ve said and done some horrible things lately, turned into something… awful. Vegeta has gotten the worst of it. I hurt… I hurt Trunks too. That’s why Bulma was so angry, and why Goten stopped coming over. He was there with Trunks when it happened and I scared him, badly. Please. You have to leave Vegeta alone. You all do. This is my fault, all of it.”

Videl was silent, but only for a moment. “Gohan, he might have just saved our daughter’s life,” she hissed angrily. She looked past him, saw Goku holding Vegeta at the center of the whirling energy. “My gods, what did I do…”

He turned to see what she did, and a pang of… something washed over him. Slow, tender kisses exchanged in a gentle embrace and Gohan would have given almost anything to trade places with his father even for a few seconds right now.

He closed his eyes for a moment and took a steadying breath. He knew Pan’s half-sisters were in the house sleeping, he couldn’t not feel them when they were this close. They weren’t waking or intervening even though Vegeta was in distress. ‘Protecting him from me is my father’s job now,’ he thought almost bitterly.

Videl felt like a fool for misjudging the situation so badly. Her harsh voice startled Gohan out of his thoughts. “Do I even know you? Did I ever?” She looked into his eyes, looked deeply and he opened himself to her scrutiny, hoping that her human senses would be enough to read the truth.

Whatever he had been, whatever he had done she could see the remorse in him. “I’m still me Videl, I swear I am. I just… know myself a little better than I used to. I guess we both do, now.”

This was too big for the moment. If she stayed much longer she was afraid she’d either burst into tears or attack him and she wasn’t at all sure Gohan would lift a finger to stop her from killing him. Her mind whirled and she just needed to get away. “I’m… I’m going home.” With that she lifted off and flew away faster than Gohan had ever seen her fly before.

It wasn’t over. Gohan couldn’t let this be the end, he wasn’t ready to give up on his family. He was about to follow after her but a cold dread filled him. He whipped around in time to see the thick layers of the gold-tinted energy field thinning out.

He couldn’t leave now, there was something else he had to face.

The shield came down.

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I swear, if Whis is just in the kitchen stuffing his face while all this is going down I swear I’m going to headbutt my keyboard.

I know I’m fudging Pan’s age a bit, but hell, if Toriyama can do it, so can I. Also, I might need to switch to a Saturday new chapter instead of Thursday for good, I’ll say for sure next week. See you then!

Candice: Thank you for the encouragement!

b-chan: I thought about some kind of SSJ birth control, but these guys have shown incredible control over both ki and their bodies; it just made sense to me that controlling what happens inside his body would be most easily (and reliably, lol!) accomplished, as they say, ‘in-house.’ Also, it’s got to be in Vegeta’s hands as it’s primarily about him getting control back and not being at the mercy of outside factors, I don’t see him recovering without addressing that. So come on Whis! Fix it! Lol! XD Always wonderful to see your comments, thank you!!!
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