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Disclosure
By : TristaML
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HerpB4UDep: Thank you! I'm sure it's turned a lot of people off because of how messed up things have turned, but I do have a plan for the end of this story :) Thanks for reading and reviewing!

Ch. 14 (GP) Countdown:
He looks me in the eyes and answers, “I’ve been… feeling differently ever since you woke up like this. And ever since I was granted immortality, I realized that even if you and I made it work, eventually I would have to let you go. It might as well be that we both get our wish, at least then, no matter what, we’ll never have to go this universe alone again.”
I smile, and my mind is ever pregnant with questions and hungry for answers.
I am hungry period, and I reach out and grab some of the fish I cooked and begin eating as I let my mind wander.
Who am I, really? What do I want out of this new life?
The things that I have done… are they altogether so terrible?
The things that I have to gain are hopefully much more than what I have lost.
The only thing I’ve really lost is my memory… And even with the small, irrelevant recovery and overwhelming evidence of a fruitful past life, I have no chance at obtaining that same level of relationship status, personal knowledge, and whatever cognancy I once had, with my former self or my former friends and family.
The way I look at it, everything is new and somewhat exciting, and although to them I feel old and familiar, they are anything but; even my own wants and desires are a mystery to me.
I watch Vegeta as he eats, poised and calm, consumed with his own thoughts as well.
There is only he who I believe may be just thoughtful enough to try and understand my predicament, and he has proven to me that he is at least trying.
But it is my station at this point in my life, and not his. What does he know about it, anyways? What could he do to help me when I know damn well that I cannot even help myself.
This bland, burnt fish tastes nothing like it should to a man busy contemplating the rest of his life.
I know what I presume every man knows, the need to survive, and then, the desire for everything else in between. So here I sit, finding myself reevaluating everything so far as I can stand to stomach these empty, unfulfilling musings.
I am not a man of this world. That much is true. As I look at Vegeta, I can see that he is of my same make, that much is also true.
But what else, and what does it all matter?
I want for some type of meaning to my life, I suppose, but, who doesn’t? I am made of flesh and blood, but having a purpose… I can feel a need for it in my bones. And this purpose that I am pursuing must be the pinnacle of all my thoughts, the focal point to all of my deeds which have thus far been randomly skewed and trivially sought after.
Have I been… so simple? Any small mental or physical triumph was only achieved through the momentary chase of carnal desires and has done nothing for the quelling of my soul.
My soul wants what any living being wants, doesn’t it? Personal knowledge, achievement, acceptance, understanding, and maybe… maybe a few other things, like power, freedom and quality of life, and even something as modest as a solid, tangible connection with someone else.
I look away from Vegeta and continue to wonder.
It frightens me to wonder…
I had all of those things already, didn’t I? Well, most of them, or even some of them, I had achieved over years and years of dedication to myself and others, to my craft, to my philosophies and my general intentions for concerning my life with constant betterment.
The weirdest part about all of this is knowing the truth in that statement, because of the knowledge about my past, and yet there’s no connection or feeling to correlate myself to those memories, because I don’t know myself to be the same as him. It’s like watching someone else walking about in my body doing and saying various things but I cannot wholly understand the logic behind any of it or associate myself with the actions” he” took prior to my coming into being. Not to mention the lack of insight to “his” thoughts, and the gaping holes in my “memory”.
Why did this happen?
Why was I so brash when I first awoke? I do, sort of, feel a little bad about my decisions these past few days. I didn’t have to behave so wildly, but at the same point in time…
I don’t know. I can only assume that I have acted upon my naturally built-in disposition, which, if I am correct, only Vegeta would know enough about to conceive my actions as something in the way of “normal”.
Is that why I am so drawn to him? I can’t deny that from the moment I first re-awoke, I was attracted to him, and the more days that pass, the more attached to him I become.
Yet, I am terrified to trust him, even though my something in my heart tells me that I should.
By all accounts this should have never happened. “I” shouldn’t even exist. But I do, like he said, and so now I must decide what to do with the rest of my new life.
He is quiet. So am I. The whole world seems quiet, like the calm before the storm, an analogy I’m sure I learned from somewhere in my past life, but I can’t place where.
I am angry, but at what or who I do not know.
Vegeta chuckles and it catches me off guard.
“Stop looking so serious, Kakarot, that’s my job,” he smirks and stands up, finished with his meal.
I smile, catching his gaze just before he turns away, and I watch him as he walks over to the stream but think to myself that perhaps it’s a new character trait of mine to be serious. But as the moments pass, I begin to think that maybe he is right. I don’t feel like being so melancholy anymore. What good will it do?
“I’m going for a dip if you want to join me when you’re done eating,” he says as he undresses slowly. He slides his shirt up and over his shoulders, his muscles rippling with ease, and then he pulls his pants down, over his taut ass and down those strong legs, for my viewing pleasure. Then he dives in and my show is over. Still, I watch him as he swims around with poise.
He wants me to join him, and I will, of course, but I won’t be caught off guard if he has any ill intentions.
I quickly finish eating, licking my fingers as I follow him, taking off my clothes as I make my way to the side of the bank and jump in.
As I approach him through the water, he is watching me, and I don’t delay my initial reaction to being followed by such alluring eyes, and I kiss him.
Our kiss is passion and foreplay in one. He bites my lips, and I bite his. He pulls my hair, and I pull at his skin. This goes on for some time, my heart beats faster with every touch, and his hands grow bolder the lower they reach. He strokes my hardened cock and smirks into my mouth, I grab onto his ass and moan into his mouth. Our kiss deepens.
He tells me, in between nips, “It’s my turn, you know.”
I smile but make no verbal response, I just go back to kissing his plush lips, pulling on them with my teeth and pressing my body against his as we dance through the water. He moves his lips to my neck and his hands to my butt, sucking and grabbing as I take in his scent and feel up his body.
His mouth attacks mine again and I can focus on nothing else.
“Tired of swimming, yet?” Vegeta asks and smirks at me as he moves away, making his way unhurried to the shoreline.
Only then did I remember I was supposed to be cautious of his intentions. He is already getting out of the water, and I am following close behind.
On land we resume our previous actions, wet and naked, hard and focused. He lays back onto the grass pulling me down with him by my dick.
“Did you enjoy face-fucking me last night?” he asks, smirking still, “That was very… inventive of you.”
“I couldn’t help it,” I reply, crawling on top of him.
His actions are quick now, desperate almost, as he draws my face in for another long session of making out, while his right hand reaches for my entrance. He is quick to push his finger inside of me, making my cry out in a guttural response, caught between being turned on and uncomfortable, but the strangeness of the sensation wears off quickly and is replaced with pleasure the further he pushes his finger inside of me.
The rest of our sex went by blurrily, as though the haziness of the sensation over took my mind and caused me to lose… well, cognancy. All I could think about in the duration was what he was doing to me, and how it felt, and how good he looks, and how much I want him to just keep going.
Nothing was said between us, our bodies doing all the talking as he bended me into whatever position he felt like at the moment, and the ring of our grunts and moans lingers in my ears.
This time he came inside of me, and when we kissed so sweetly afterwards, nothing else mattered.
Now I can see that he’s truly tired. I can tell he’s not fully recovered.
I’m confused. No conclusion has been drawn. I should just lie down with him, and sleep for a little while. If only for a little while.
(VP)
It is nearly nighttime when I awake, and a terrible crick is in my neck from laying atop Kakarot’s chest while we slept on the grass. Other than that, I feel completely normal again, so that’s something to celebrate.
I can’t believe he’s still sleeping soundly. I… what am I going to do, now? I can’t leave at the risk of him waking up to find me missing. But we must go soon if we are going to… stop Gohan and Piccolo.
What do those fools think they can accomplish by waking the dragon of Namek? They can’t kill him, nor can they change him back…
I study Kakarot’s features and I can’t help but think so many things that do me no good to consider so I throw out every thought about him and stand up tall, stretching out for a moment before turning to get my clothes. I dress quickly, but my thoughts are slowly gnawing at my gut.
What am I going to do? The gravity of the situation is weighing me down far more than any gravitational training I’ve ever done!
I’m not yet resolute on simply moving on and laying waste to this world. I’ve spent so much time here. We’ve done so much good here. I have a family here. Is that not something to take pride in? I’m just as much a Prince of this planet as I ever would have been on Planet Vegeta. Although Kakarot is technically King, that is just fine with me.
That’s a thought I’d never say out loud.
But… There will be no kingship here, will there? Earth is facing an enemy, not a ruler, and this planet has never had a foe like him. I have never had a foe like him… Nor a lover. Nor rival. Nor… friend.
Who am I kidding? I may be a prideful prick, but I know that there was never really a place for me here without him, new Kakarot or old, and I know that there will never be a place for me to be Prince or even King of, regardless of how I reference myself.

Am I in denial? Or is this acceptance?
I fear that in my heart I know the answer to both of those questions. It seems to me that there are only two options I can choose from. One, eliminate him in any way I can, deal with the fact that there was nothing I could do to bring him back, and try to move on knowing the terrible things that we’ve done will haunt those who remain forever, and taint my already muddy and practically nonexistent relationship with all of them, or two, do it his way, accept that he is no longer who he was, and that the atrocious crimes we committed cannot be undone, so we must simply move on. Killing these people will be doing them a curtesy, really.
Damn. I really am cruel.
I know what I must do. I must do what it takes, and look out for the best interests of everyone, whether they know what’s best for them, or not.
“Vegeta?” I hear his voice call out from behind me.
“Good, you’re awake,” I answer, my stoic face for once appropriately mirroring my numbed soul, “Hurry, we must go to Bulma’s.”
He nods at me, I know it, although I didn’t look to see it. He’s dressed in a flash and we’re off, using his Instant Transmission technique.
“Vegeta! G-KAKAROT!?” Bulma cries upon our unexpected arrival. She’s trembling and unkempt. Trunks is there, sitting with his mother on the couch. He stands upon seeing us, his eyes are somber and red, but glaring. He growls at Kakarot and looks at me strangely. They don’t have the guts to follow us, but my son’s eyes followed me closely as we walk by as though nothing is wrong with the world.
I do not reply, nor pay them any heed, and Kakarot only smirks as he follows me. I lead him through the house, knowing exactly where the radar is, since I was the one who used it last.
But… it’s not there.
I rummage around the room looking for places I might have placed it, knowing damn well where it should be.
“Damn him!”
“Who and what?” Kakarot asks.
I growl, “Gohan. That. Little. Fucker. He took the radar.”
“The what?”
“It doesn’t matter,” I snap, and move on to something else that will be useful, a large duffle bag, I pick it up and after a somber moment of contemplation, I turn to Kakarot and ask, “Shall we?”
He nods, a little put off, but he places his hand on my shoulder nonetheless, focuses for a moment, and we’re off.
In the blink of an eye we are on Namek.
“We need to be weary,” I growl, “And try your best to be… kind.”
Kakarot scoffs, “Neither of those things are going to be a problem.”
I scan the planet for Gohan and Piccolo, and for the Namekian villages.
“They’re not here, yet,” Kakarot muses, “And there are three villages not too far from here.”
“I know that,” I growl, annoyed by his need to tell me that his search was just a hair faster than mine.
Kakarot smirks at me, and pokes at my back, mocking me as he says, “Maybe you should try being nice for a change.”
I smirk at him, and reply, “That would only make them suspicious.”
“Once a dick always a dick, hmm?” he chuckles.
“Things are easier that way,” I remark, “Besides, you’ve never complained.”
For a moment I thought I saw him flinch, not physically, really, but in his eyes, as though he’s wondering which “him” I was referring to, exactly. His stare turns cold but he says nothing in reply.
I ignore the whole thing. We have more important things to focus on. Hopefully these fools keep their dragon balls in their main villages, just like before. If I were a gambling man I’d bet they probably are there, and if we’re lucky, such a simple people as they are, surely they learned nothing from the past.
My mind is reeling in the moment, knowing that we don’t have very much time. Gohan and Piccolo are fast approaching. Strategy has always been one of my strong suits, and with victory so close in hand, I must not let petty mistakes take it away.
“Well, what are we waiting for? An invitation?” Kakarot muses, and I can tell he’s moved on and is now enjoying this stage in our hunt.
I smirk, but share some of my thoughts, although he may not want to hear them, I tell him, “I’m wondering if it’s even a good idea that I go to see these people in the first place.”
“What? No, Vegeta. Let’s go! We’re wasting time!” Kakarot glares, suspicious and irritated.
I look at him seriously and try to concentrate, despite the fact that I’m struggling to keep up with his fluctuating emotions, before I clarify my reasoning to him, “The last time they saw me, well, I slaughtered some of their people, and they were not able to be wished back by the Dragon. I have no doubt they have not forgotten it, and I don’t think they know or care of my change in reputation.” I really should have considered it before, but there’s been a lot on my mind.
Kakarot is searching my face for a lie, or for a reason for me to lie. Finally, he says, “So, what, you’re just going to stand back and watch as I gather the dragonballs and make my wish?”
I think about it more, not so quick to respond, but I can’t help but be reminded that time is not on our side. I rush out with, “No, I will follow you close by, close enough to hear everything that is being said. Chances are they will know that you brought someone with you. If they realize you have a companion, I will show my face. Otherwise, I will remain unseen, but you will need me to be close by to carry the dragonballs.”
“What do you mean?”
“Let’s go,” I mumble, not in any mood to waste precious seconds, and then another thought hits me. I turn and look at him and realize…
“What is it now?!” He spits, frustration written all over his face.
“…They’ve never met you, either…” I finish my thought out loud. How could I have overlooked this?!
“What?! But?! How is that possible?! I save their lives and their Planet, but they’ve never even seen me?! Why didn’t you think of any of this when we talked this morning?!” He argues heatedly.
I sneer and remark in kind, “Technically neither of those claims are true,” his surprise and confusion are evident, but I explain, “You destroyed Frieza, yes, [kind of] but Frieza killed everyone before you got here, and then he blew the planet up, anyways. They were able to restore their home and return to it before you ever even got to Earth… Damn it!” I turn from him, shoulder’s shaking, a rage over taking me that I didn’t think was possible at this moment in time.
That fucking IMBICILE has been the silent, invisible watchman for all creations in our galaxy, never giving anyone the opportunity to speak with him who wasn’t doing so in order to issue a challenge!
Suddenly I find myself being hoisted up by the neck of my shirt and forced to face him in all of his anger and glory, and he rumbles, “Then what do you propose we DO, Vegeta?! Just wait around while Gohan and Piccolo gather the dragonballs for themselves?!”
“Unhand me!” I snarl, breaking his hold on me easily enough, “Let me think,” I say as I turn away from him. Then I laugh, after I actually take his words into consideration.
“What’s so funny?” he demands.
“Yes, Kakarot, that’s it! That is exactly what we will do!” I smirk at him.
“What?” He asks, not understanding.
“Keep your power level low, Kakarot, as low as you possibly can. We will let Gohan and Piccolo think they have the upper hand. They can gather the dragonballs for us, they will get them far more easily than we, and once they’ve summoned the Dragon, we will step in, and you will have your wish.”
He smirks at me and nods, replying, “Good. It will be even sweeter to watch all their efforts go so utterly wasted.”
Just as Kakarot finishes speaking, Gohan and Piccolo’s ship can be seen in the distance. I chuckle as I take off and Kakarot follows me quickly with a smile on his face. We take cover, and wait for the ripe time to announce our presence.
It isn’t long before Gohan and Piccolo are on the move and we are close behind.
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