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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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Separate

In the morning they were surprised to find that Whis had left Goku new clothes while they slept. Or it could have been when they were still awake. Hell, Whis could have performed a tap dancing routine at their bedside and Goku wouldn’t have noticed after Vegeta had finished with him.

“Well? What do you think?” He asked, striking a ridiculous body builder pose for Vegeta.

Vegeta walked around him, appraising. The gi itself was almost identical to his old one, with two notable differences. It fit his body far better, and that blue undershirt was gone. Vegeta hadn’t realized just how much skin the thing had covered before now. “It’s bad news for me. This is going to be distracting.”

“Really?” Goku blinked widely. You like the way I look?”

There was genuine surprise in his voice and Vegeta could have kicked himself. Well, it wasn’t too late to fix the oversight. It was another of those cultural idiosyncrasies, Goku had been raised by humans and humans liked - and sometimes needed - to be told obvious things. Normally Vegeta wasn’t big on flowery speech, but if anything was to inspire his verbal admiration it would be Goku’s body.

Vegeta dropped his voice to a low purr and moved slowly into Goku’s space, but only just. “Yes Kakarot. I find you very, very attractive. You aren’t so massively huge as to be immediately considered a threat, but you’re not so small as to be dismissed as weak either. When you fight the joy and exhilaration you feel shines through your every move. I have always been attracted to that in you. When you are in Super Saiyan form the feeling is even more intense. And even when you aren’t training intensively you look like a sculpted god. I love touching you. Your skin is so smooth but underneath is all shifting, hard muscle. When we’re done here, the first chance we get I’m going to spend an entire day just touching you. Would you like that? Because I can’t wait.”

Goku moaned and Vegeta smirked. “I’ll take that as a yes. In the meantime, I will be looking. And I want you to know that every time I look at you while you’re wearing that all I want to do is run my hands up your arms, tracing over every muscle I can find with my fingertips. Then, when I reach your shoulders I want to skip over that material and find your chest with my palms. I want to drag my hands down into your shirt and find your nipples with my fingers. But of course my mouth is going to get jealous so I’ll have to let my tongue join in.”

Goku gasped and made a small, desperate sound. Everything Vegeta said was like fire straight to his groin. He didn’t want to break the spell but he needed to be touched so badly…

“Kakarot?” Vegeta said slowly, a knowing smile curling his lips. “Would you like for me to touch you right now?”

“Vegeta, please!” he gasped.

He raised a hand, slowly bit the tip of a gloved finger and slid it just as slowly off his hand. The small striptease made Goku even harder. Vegeta held his eyes, stepped into his space and he automatically took a step backward, he couldn’t help it. His mate’s eyes were curious things; seduction and danger mirrored each other in their depths. Vegeta stalked him backward and he stumbled into the wall before he knew what was happening. Nor did he care because Vegeta’s bare hand had snaked into his pants and was stroking him firmly. Vegeta pushed his pants down and let them fall around his ankles and he was still talking, still saying those wonderful things. It only took a few strokes and he was coming hard, head thrown back with both pleasure and surprise.

His legs were shaky and Vegeta lowered him to the floor, pushing him gently until he was on his back. He knew he needed to get it together, they were going to be late if he didn’t go get cleaned up.

//Allow me.//

Goku squirmed and sobbed as sensitized flesh was thoroughly licked clean. His fingers trembled in Vegeta’s hair and he couldn’t believe how easily he had been taken apart just by Vegeta’s words.

“Kakarot. Watch me.” It took a moment for Goku to drag his heavy eyelids open, but he was more than glad he did.

“Oh, fuck,” he breathed. He watched in amazement while Vegeta slowly licked his hand clean of Goku’s seed. He was transfixed. In some ways Vegeta’s ungloved hands were more sensual than any other part of his body, he could be completely unclothed and yet not naked as long as his gloves were on. And so the way he was sucking his fingers now, moaning at the taste of him was absolutely obscene in the most delicious way imaginable. His cock twitched and he wished they had time for another round, he would have loved to see that show again.

It seemed that Vegeta was obsessed with breaking his own record of most erotic things Goku had ever seen.

Vegeta caught the thought and smirked as he cleaned the last of it from his fingers. “So? What did we learn today?”

“Vegeta’s tongue... is multi-talented,” Goku answered through a pleasure-drunk smile.

The prince snorted. “Well, I guess that’ll have to do. Come on Kakarot. Whis and breakfast are probably waiting.”

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Breakfast was indeed waiting, along with Whis and a discussion of what was to come. He wanted them separate for a few days at least. It was the right choice for many reasons, even so it sat uneasily with Vegeta and Goku both. They hadn’t been apart since Vegeta had been attacked. He still wasn’t through the initial stage of reflexive anxiety and the only thing that truly helped calm his nerves was being near Goku. And as much as Goku was eager for his mate to regain that feeling of control that had been lost, part of him loathed the idea of him being alone with Whis.

He wasn’t as good at splitting his attention between two conversations as Vegeta was, so he let him hold down the conversation with Whis and dropped out of it.

Vegeta, are you okay with this? If you’re not just say the word and we’re out of here, I mean it. You are what is most important to me, I won’t regret a thing.

Vegeta had a difficult time covering his shock, tripping over a few words and Goku couldn’t help a small smile. Vegeta never knew how to respond when he said things like that. He usually just turned pretty colors and did something extra nice for him and Goku couldn’t help loving it. Vegeta flustered was just so damned cute.

Finally, without looking Vegeta pushed a tray of muffins toward Goku as he was finishing the last one on his plate. He didn’t have to turn to know Goku was grinning at him.

//Whis knows what he’s doing; if we’re going to get stronger we’ll need him. And I don’t feel anything malicious from him. I’ll manage.//

Vegeta reached for pitcher of juice and froze. He felt it a split second before it happened.

‘Oh, shit.’

He stumbled backward away from the table so quickly he knocked his chair over. He held an arm out to keep Goku back as the familiar ripping pain made him cringe.

“Kakarot,” Vegeta said in a warning tone. “Stay back.”

“Oh. Oh!” He backed up as well but it was all happening so fast. They had both been correct, now that they were bonded it wasn’t just proximity to Vegeta’s scent they had to worry about. He would be able to feel that pull no matter how far away he went. And that pull was stronger than he could resist.

“Vegeta? It’s stronger than... I can’t…”

Vegeta cursed in a few different languages as the pain began to ease, dropping his arms into fists at his side and falling into a defensive stance as he burst into his Super Saiyan form. He could feel how hard Goku was trying to stay in control, and had it been any other time before now his efforts would have been enough for him to stay lucid. But this time even he could feel how much more strongly his body was reacting than it had before. His own mind was clear enough for now but Goku’s wasn’t, couldn’t possibly be.

There shouldn’t have been a challenge, he could feel it within him. He was supposed to submit to his mate in this, not oppose him on it. Fighting through that innate sense of wrongness to do what he needed to do was no easy task.

Goku’s eyes begged for forgiveness, but before he could give it Goku was on him so fast he could barely dodge the kick that would have sent him flying through a wall. He had to get them outside of the massive, twisting tree that served as Beerus’ castle. The very last thing they needed to deal with was Beerus’ explosive temper if he was awoken early.

Goku however had no plans of letting him get away. Every break he made for an exit was halted, every attempt to use Instant Transmission disrupted.

Finally with a roar he just decided to fight back. At least Goku wasn’t throwing his energy around, he was focused on fighting hand to hand. The fight turned into a brutal knock-down, drag-out as the two ruthlessly pummeled each other trying to force the other to submit. Though Vegeta was still weaker he fed every bit of the fear he had of losing this fight into every hit he landed, and he had the advantage as Goku wasn’t trying to hurt him, only to immobilize him. After a particularly nasty kick to the face Goku hit a wall hard.

Vegeta finally had the upper hand but before he could press the advantage and knock him senseless Goku finally powered up; it seemed he was tired of fighting fair. Before he could decide what to do next Vegeta felt Goku’s mind pushing firmly into his. Between having to fight Goku’s need, his own need and his instinct to just submit to his mate Vegeta was losing. “Shit,” he gasped, sinking to his knees. He made a last ditch effort to seize control of Goku’s body and managed to force him to stop advancing.

Holding him in place took everything Vegeta had, sweat broke out along his forehead with the effort. It worked for a moment, but only that. When he realized Vegeta held him immobile Goku’s eyes narrowed dangerously and he braced himself. He blasted Vegeta again with the sheer force of his need and the world spun. When the dizziness passed his vision was filled with warm, familiar black and he shuddered as Goku’s hands pressed him to the floor. “Kakarot, you have… to stop,” he said softly. Those lust-fogged eyes cleared for a moment and lucidity returned for what could only be a brief moment. Vegeta could see the war inside him raging.

Goku needed to stop, he’d given his word that if Vegeta said stop, he’d stop, that there would be no more children until Vegeta was ready. But he couldn’t stop under his own power.

His lips moved, making no sound at first, then a desperate yell.

“Whis, don’t let me do this!”

“Well that certainly took long enough.”

Goku went down like a stone and landed face-down on top of Vegeta. His eyes fell closed and he relaxed as the pressure lifted. He finally smiled up at Whis. “Thank you.”

“I was feeling incredibly left out anyway.” Whis smiled back. “My goodness he fights dirty, doesn’t he?”

“You have no idea,” Vegeta said, absently stroking Goku’s hair.

“I would have intervened sooner if you’d asked, you know. Well?”

Vegeta heard the gentle reprimand and frowned. “This isn’t exactly your problem, Whis. I should have been able to handle him on my own. That said though… Mind showing me how you knocked him out so fast? It’s going to be two or three days until this is over and that could come in handy,” Vegeta said, only half joking.

“In time, but this calls for a more permanent solution. I can’t very well train you two if you’re too busy fighting each other to listen to me. Back up, if you would please.” After Vegeta stood and backed away Whis gestured with his staff and Goku suddenly lay in the middle of a large cube made of some kind of transparent walls. “That will hold him, he can’t even Transmit out of it, you needn’t worry. We’ll have a little chat when he wakes up. In the meantime, I would like your help with some housework. I need you to tidy up in here, and change Beerus’ sheets, when you’re finished. But I wouldn’t want you to get Bulma’s new clothes any dirty. Well, any dirtier,” he amended. “Here.”

With another gesture from Whis’ staff, Vegeta had on a pink apron. He staggered for a moment, briefly pulled down by the heavily weighted garment. He bowed, turned to leave but Whis’ voice stopped him. “Oh, and Vegeta? I need to borrow something.” He turned to see Whis make a quick gesture with his staff and felt… something. He turned a brilliant shade of red when he realized what it was. “Thank you!” Whis said with his mischievous smile, teleporting himself and Goku away along with Vegeta’s underwear.

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When Goku woke outside in green, serene surroundings but still caged in the transparent cube he was calmer, but more than a little sulky. He saw Whis sitting at a small table quietly sipping tea out of a delicate cup and flipping the pages of a paperbound book.

“Come on Whis! Let me out of here, I’m calm now!”

Whis didn’t even bother looking up from his book. “Oh really?”

Goku watched as Whis tossed something toward the box. It phased through the wall and landed at his feet. He had just enough time to recognize familiar black spandex before his mind clouded again. He fought to clear it, but he was losing. Soon all he could think of was getting out of that damned box and into his mate.

Whis sighed, continuing to enjoy his tea. This could take a while.

He’d finished that book and most of another before he felt that Goku had expended enough energy to be somewhat reasonable. He banished the cube with a wave and before Goku could try Instant Transmission he delivered a quick jab to a pressure point, knocking Goku out of his Super Saiyan form and dropping him to his knees where he would stay until Whis released him.

Whis went back to his seat and poured himself another cup of tea out of a delicate pot. He savored a long sip before turning his chair to his captive audience. “Now then. I want you to consider something. Vegeta is quite fertile at the moment. He is, however, physically and emotionally unready for more children. But he seems to know that you are quite eager for it. What do you think would happen if I released you right now?”

“If he’s angry enough, he’ll be able to refuse me.” Once he’d said it, it sounded weak even to his ears. The truth was he hadn’t given the matter serious enough thought.

Whis’ disappointed look was confirmation. “First of all, you have him outmatched for the moment. Second, are you sure about that? Vegeta has never bent to your will before when something was important to you, even when he didn’t agree?”

Goku’s voice failed him. He had, and he did. Even moreso now that their bond was complete, he realized. It should have been equal, that’s how he’d intended it, but Vegeta had changed something. Vegeta was letting him lead, he was sure of it now. “I wouldn’t force him into that… I wouldn’t do that to him, Whis.”

“I agree. When you are in control of yourself, you would not cause him harm or convince him to do something he didn’t want. But…” Whis moved his staff and the same bit of clothing that had driven him into a frenzy dropped at his knees. That intoxicating scent climbed into his nostrils and an electric shock jolted him. Once again he knew nothing but desire. It took a while but he was able to fight his way through the fog to think again.

“That was good. But that took several minutes, and this is just an article of his clothing. If I let you go right now he’d be with child again in a matter of hours even though he’s not ready, and you know it. Would he even bother telling you what he wanted the next time?”

Goku was beyond appalled at all the things he’d failed to take into account. “I can’t do that to him.” Goku said quietly.

“Then focus, I’m trying to help you. Now. This thing happening between you is more than just an instinct, it’s a calling. It is vital, it is necessary, and should never be completely cut off. But it need not be at the forefront of your being either. It cannot be allowed to rule you. Feel your need, let it in. Embrace it.”

Goku was about to question Whis’ command out of surprise, but thought better of it and obeyed. He’d thought turning it off or blocking it out would be the key. He let go of what little control he had over what he was feeling and gasped as it swirled up around him. Even though Vegeta was clear on the other side of the planet he could sense him, feel him, wanted him so badly, if only he could move… He could feel it when the sheer force of his desire drove Vegeta to his knees. Suddenly Whis’ voice cut through the fog.

“Now picture a knob on it.”

It sounded crazy, but he would obey. Master Roshi’s old radio came to mind. He took the picture of the knob from it and used that.

“Now… dial the volume down.”

It was so simple Goku blinked in confusion. But Whis was the wisest creature he’d ever met. He had to try.

It took a few attempts, very frustrating attempts. The driving instinct was a thing alive, it slipped away from Goku’s attempts to make the knob ‘stick’ to it. But Whis wasn’t angry or impatient, so he kept trying. And finally, it held. He turned the dial in his mind and the need receded. He gaped at Whis in shock, and the pale master smiled at him. He struck two fingers hard and sharp to Goku’s lower back and suddenly his locked muscles released, allowing him to move again.

“You are always in search of greater power, Goku. But the greatest power there is, the power over someone else’s life, is something you were given long ago without even knowing it. It is a thing of great trust, and great responsibility. Forget that and you will lead you both over a cliff. Now. Practice, but remember: turn it down, not off. Otherwise you risk closing yourself off from him and it’s vital that you stay connected to one another.”

“Will you teach him this too?”

“No. He’ll need to handle things a different way. I will warn you though, there are things he needs to face and he won’t want to. I will have to push him. No matter what happens, stay away from Vegeta until he comes to you, in body or mind.”

Goku’s eyes narrowed. “He’s nowhere near as strong as he seems right now. If you push him too hard-”

“It is not my intent to damage him further. You have my word that I mean him no harm.”

Pride, stubbornness and sheer force of will had gotten Vegeta this far, but now things had to change. Goku knew it, but he wasn’t sure of how to make his mate accept his help without using force and that was the last thing he wanted right now. They couldn’t keep on going this way. Eventually Vegeta would crumble under the pressure he was putting himself under. If Whis thought he could help him, he had to be willing to let him make the effort. Vegeta respected him immensely, and liked him a great deal too; he might very well be the one person who could get through to him without his temper getting in the way.

“He’s lived in a nightmare for most of his life, Whis.”

“And it is time for that nightmare to truly end,” he agreed.

With a reassuring smile and a quick wave Goku was off on his way and Whis could do no more than smile to himself as well. He took it as a good sign that Goku had needed convincing; he had been too easy-going, too trusting before now and it had been a liability in battle. Total opposites yet completely complementary, they were such compelling creatures. A better match he’d never seen, and he couldn’t wait to begin training them in earnest.

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Vegeta brushed some debris off his sleeves as he headed back to the room he shared with Goku. He grimaced as he did it, it seemed everything sent hollow vibrations throughout his overheated body. He had felt Whis working with Goku, and had breathed a sigh of relief when Goku’s controls had snapped into place.

He opened the wide door to his room and wondered if he should ask Whis to teach him the same. Staying in control was getting more and more difficult and the thought of giving in to his body’s demands was frightening. Goku wasn’t going to hurt him, he knew that. But at the same time all he could remember was the torture he’d endured the last time he’d been in heat. He knew it had felt good before Gohan, but it was so… distant; he couldn’t remember how it had felt. He shook his head, trying to clear the thoughts and memories that plagued him. He stopped off in the washroom, intent on rinsing off some of the grime before he reported back to Whis.

But Whis found him before he’d gotten very far. He smiled to see that Vegeta was surprisingly unharmed, if more than a little singed.

“I take it Beerus was having an active dream?”

“Hn. Either that or on some level he knows I’m a dog person,” Vegeta said wiping the last of the ash from his face. “He used me as a stuffed animal for ten minutes and when I made my escape he sneezed and the explosion sent me into a wall. How you’ve survived this long without some souped-up form of catnip I’ll never understand.”

Whis couldn’t help laughing and Vegeta just glared at him. “I’m glad you find this so amusing. So? What’s next?”

“That’s a good question. You’ve seen much of the universe, more than most. But the universe is vast, and you’ve only had contact with one universe at that. It is possible that you might come into contact with something stronger than yourself or Goku that’s still affected by you when you’re in heat.”

Whis didn’t miss all the stress indicators that statement set off in Vegeta’s body that spoke of him being acutely aware of the situation. “I’ll keep pushing to get stronger. Aside from that there’s not a gods-damned thing I can do about it.”

“Maybe there is. Whether or not you’re overcome isn’t something you can really control, but what happens inside you might be. Your ancestors knew a trick you don’t. They seemed to do it on instinct but I got the gist of it. You’ll have to learn it and it won’t be easy, though. Do you want to try?”

Vegeta knew of Beerus’ involvement with his father, but now Vegeta wondered how far back he and Whis’ contact with his people went. That would have to wait though, there were more pressing matters right now. He only nodded to Whis’ question, but his eyes burned with an intensity that belied the action. He needed this to work, and badly.

“Take your clothes off, Vegeta.”

Vegeta hesitated, took a steadying breath and sat to remove his boots and armor. He gently shielded himself off from Goku, not wanting to worry him further. No matter how many times he had explained that these reactions were just routine for what he’d been through, Goku didn’t like it and really didn’t want to accept it.

He peeled off his jumpsuit before taking off his gloves. His breathing was steady but only pure force of will kept it so.

“Is anything wrong?” Whis asked in his calm voice.

“No,” he lied, unwilling to give Whis a reason for second thoughts. “What next?”

Whis gestured to a wide bench. “Lie down, hands to your sides.”

Vegeta did as instructed, still controlling his breathing as Whis pulled a chair over to sit next to him. ‘Calm the fuck down,’ he thought.

“Close your eyes and center yourself. Concentrate on your body’s functions. Begin with your heart, follow the blood flow down into your lower body.”

Vegeta took deep breaths, trying to follow the broad instruction. He had done similar meditations before in teaching himself various techniques, but only when he could center himself properly.

Now, though, that seemed impossible. Being this exposed before a far more powerful being had never ended well for him. Adding that anxiety to the almost unbearable tingling warmth just under his skin caused by his heat cycle kept knocking him off balance.

“Here. Let me make it easier for you focus.”

Whis’ cool hand came down to rest on the overheated skin of his bare chest and it might as well have been made of pure electricity. Vegeta’s eyes flew open as every muscle in his body went rigid. He focused, but the focus was solely on the war going on inside him. The drive to fight off the perceived threat warred with his body’s desire to be filled by his mate. He wrestled it down but it took everything he had. Sweat broke out on his brow and he gasped for air around the constricting tightness in his chest. ‘I will not lash out at my teacher!’

“Do you need anything, Vegeta?” came Whis’ unflappable voice again.

He couldn’t speak, tried but failed to bring himself back under control again. He shook his head tightly and tried to subdue the panic.

“If you don’t need anything then focus, Vegeta!” Whis snapped. “Even your primitive ancestors could accomplish this with less difficulty. I expected better from you. Find your center!”

Shamed by Whis’ words Vegeta closed his eyes again, tried again, failed again as Whis’ untouchable hand became all the immovable hands over the years that wouldn’t leave him be. It took all of his concentration just to remain still. Finally a wordless shout of frustration escaped him.

Whis’ cold voice came again. “You are failing. Your control over your mind and your body is gone.” Whis said, voice dripping with disapproval. “At this rate you will never regain what you have lost, and you will drag Goku down with you when you fall.”

Vegeta knew it, had been telling himself that for a long time, but hearing Whis’ confirmation was devastating. He’d hoped he would be strong enough to move beyond the abuses he’d suffered, but it seemed the damage couldn’t be undone. “It’s too late to turn back,” he said quietly. “The bond can’t be severed without killing him too.”

“This is true. So how long will you continue to struggle on alone this way, trying to function as though you are still a whole person?”

“Until I am strong enough to stand on my own again,” Vegeta replied angrily. “My weakness should not be his problem. If I can’t beat this on my own, if I can’t stand beside him without him holding me up then I deserve neither my title nor my place at his side.”

“Ah. So if he needs your help, say sorting through a problem, he must shield himself and fumble through it as well, because he should be intuitive enough to do it without your help.”

“That’s different. He’s… stronger...”

Whis’ eyes narrowed. “So battle strength is all that matters, all that makes one deserving? Why did you not submit to Kakarot’s son then? Did he not overpower you?”

Panic spiked again at the mere thought. It took everything he had to not lash out and Vegeta’s breath hitched on a sob. “That answers that then,” Whis said softly. “How can you find your center when you are shutting half of yourself out? I have the feeling I’m not telling you anything you haven’t heard before.”

“You are my mate. You chose to belong to me a long time ago and it’s time to accept that.”

“It won’t even take you as long to get stronger as you think it will, but only if you let me help you.”

“...Maybe so,” Vegeta finally conceded.

“How can you find your center when you are shutting half of yourself out? Do what you need to do.”

Vegeta looked to Whis and found only reassurance. He closed his eyes, grit his teeth and then like tearing off a bandage he dropped his shields with a shameful cry for help and a wordless apology for needing it in the first place.

He gasped when support filled him, chasing away the panic and leaving him steady. The biggest surprise to him was the profound relief and the incredible feeling of gratitude that washed through him as well. He finally became aware of just how badly Goku had wanted to be there for him like this.

Suddenly he didn’t have to find his center, it was just there. Whis’ hand was just a hand, one that sought to help, not injure. He sank his consciousness into his body with ease, following his blood flow as he’d been unable to do earlier. Whis seemed to know what was happening and switched from a hand to a single fingertip. As he moved it along Vegeta’s skin Vegeta found and followed the corresponding arteries and veins, following along millimeter by millimeter until his finger stopped.

Vegeta’s world shook when he saw it. A single cell amid the many in his body, so very different from all the others, waiting for his mate’s contribution to bring it to true life.

Whis’ voice cut through everything. “You can shield it the way you shield yourself from attacks in battle. Just on a much smaller scale. Try it.”

Manipulating energy on a microscopic level wasn’t something he’d ever tried before. It was a daunting task, one that he assumed would take long hours at least to figure out let alone accomplish. Yet after a few tries he was able to so narrow his focus that he was able to break off a small enough piece of energy to wrap around it; Whis was right, it was in his blood, he just hadn’t known it was there. With Whis’ guidance he was able to make sure it would stay unless he undid it himself. He was still in heat, would be for another day at least, but during that time he wouldn’t conceive.

He rose out of the meditation and was taken aback to feel tears on his face. No one would ever be able to force him to conceive again. He felt stronger than he had in a long time. Whis helped him sit up, admiring the rapid rebuilding of Vegeta’s mental state as it happened before his eyes.

“Thank you.” Vegeta’s voice was quiet but carried so much gratitude it moved even Whis.

“You did all the hard work. “You are one soul in two vessels now. If you can’t embrace that you’re holding you both back. Now. We’re done for the day. Take your time, Goku will keep his distance until you seek him out. I’ll see you in the morning.”

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If you thought you read an ode to an old tv show called The Sentinel, you totally did. Since I was late in getting this chapter up, you get an apology… thing. It’s too short to be a real chapter, but I think/hope you'll like it.

TristaML: Between writing across two different platforms and three devices, sometimes I end up posting what I think is a revised chapter when it’s really an outdated cloud save. It’s frustrating as hell, and I fix mistakes as I catch them. Not to mention all italic formatting comes out wonky on aff, so it all has to be manually copy/pasted to look right, and aff times me out faster than I can fix a whole chapter at a time, so I have to start all over again sometimes. So by the time a chapter is uploaded I’m frustrated as hell and it takes a few days before I’m ready to look at it again to see what version actually uploaded. I want to have fun writing, not fight with software, grrr! So yeah, bear with me, I do care, and I’m trying, it just took me a little longer to fix this past week, my bad. If you read all that thanks, it was good therapy to whine to another author, lol! :)

Whis is an unorthodox guy, and I intend to have fun with that. Some of his training methods in Super had me laughing, he seems to specialize in effective but crazy. And I liked how Vegeta calmed down through DBZ leading to Super. Bonding with Goku is definitely mellowing him out, but that means Goku is going to be getting harder too, and that’s been interesting to explore. As always, thank you! :D
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