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

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Chapter 17 - "Blast Off"

WC: 2,875

Goku sat on his front porch rubbing the back of his neck. He sighed as he watched the group of people in front of him. Krillin's family and the rest of Goku's friends were talking and exchanging hugs. Goku had made the decision two days ago that his family needed to make an early visit to the Saiyan home world. He was hoping a change of scenery would help the situation his family was in.

Goku looked over to his son Goten who stood on the outskirts of the gathering. Goku hadn't seen a smile on Goten's face in far too long. Goku wasn't sure when the last time he saw a genuine smile even. It could have been years since Goten was truly happy. Now, though, Goten was a wreck. He barely got out of bed and had to be force fed food and water. Goku desperately hoped a change of atmosphere and pace would help being his son back to life. Of course, Goku realized that Goten wouldn't be completely revived until Trunks came home.

If Trunks came home. Vegeta had yet to make contact with his wayward son.

Goku looked over to his oldest son, Gohan. Gohan was leaning heavily against Piccolo's side. Gohan's eyelids were drooped and he had a hand on his distended stomach. Gohan had happily revealed a couple of weeks ago that he was pregnant. Everyone had been happy at the news, none more so that Vegeta. The strange thing was, Gohan was already showing after only a few weeks of pregnancy. Vegeta had quietly expressed his concern over the development. Not only was Gohan showing like he was seven months pregnant rather than just three, but Gohan was much more fatigued than Goku ever remembered Vegeta showing. Goku hoped that the other Saiyan might have some answers for the odd pregnancy. Reassurance that everything would be okay with the pregnancy would be very much appreciated.

Goku glanced at his mate. Vegeta was in the middle of a group, laughing and smirking. Goku knew that the expression was just a front for Vegeta's real feelings. Vegeta's nerves were shot after everything his family had gone through recently and were still going through. Goku had also found out his mate was upset he wasn't with his people where he belonged.

Goku was holding his mate back. He was being selfish and it had to stop.

Goku wanted to go to the Saiyan home world to make his mate happy. If they decided to turn this vacation into a permanent stay, Goku would willingly accept. The Earth was as safe as it could be. Ubb was still around and Goku wouldn't be too far. He had done enough for this planet and not nearly enough for his family.

Goku grinned as Krillin came to sit beside him on the porch. A little grey streaked his hair by his temples. It was hard to see his best friend aging when Goku had barely changed in years. Someday Goku would lose his best friend to old age, long before Goku would start to age. Goku's grin turned a little sad and he quickly embraced Krillin. Goku quickly pulled back, though, and reigned in his sadness. Krillin still had plenty of years left in him. Even if Goku moved to the Saiyan home world, he would find time for his friends still on Earth.

"What was that for?" Krillin spoke up with an embarrassed chuckle.

"Oh, you know, I'll miss you," Goku replied honestly, even though he was thinking about something entirely different than what Krillin would infer from that statement.

Krillin smiled and lightly punched Goku's shoulder. "I'll miss you too, buddy. It won't be the same around here without you for the next few weeks. But you'll be back," his best friend said brightly.

"Yeah," Goku replied, but somehow knowing it wasn't the truth. He had a feeling he wasn't coming back any time soon.

Goku looked from his mate to Goten and then Gohan. A permanent move was probably going to be necessary for his family's happiness. That was Goku's priority.

Trunks gagged as he stuck a finger down his throat, forcing himself to throw up his meal. Their guards always watched them eat to make sure the drug keeping him weak would be eaten. But the second they left Trunks would force himself to regurgitate the meal. He was thankful they were served two meals a day and only one was drugged. So he was still eating and Tarble had been kind enough to share half of his second meal with Trunks.

He had been doing this for the past three days and he could already feel his strength returning. It wasn't fully there but his purging was getting rid of most of the drugs and the stuff he had taken unknowingly was finally getting out of his system. Trunks was ready.

When the guard came in with their second meal of the day he was going to break free and he and Tarble would escape. Tarble knew the layout of the ship intimately, so while he navigated Trunks would carve a path to the hanger. There they would grab the fastest ship available and make a run for it.

Trunks just hoped they made it in time.

He tested his bonds as his nausea subsided, finding them almost give way completely. Trunks would wait though. He didn't want the sound of the bond breaking before they were ready. Tarble had explained that at the time their second meal came was the quietest time on the ship, with few guards and fewer other obstacles.

Trunks looked across the cell to his uncle, who was curled up against a corner with his eyes closed. When he was relaxed like that he looked a lot like his father. Tarble almost seemed peaceful, looking like Vegeta had when he was pregnant with the Twins. Content, relaxed, and at ease with himself and the world. Trunks knew that the illusion would shatter once Tarble opened his eyes, the reality of their situation darkening his expression. Yet right now he looked like the way he should. The way he would have if he had spent his life growing up without fear or worry. Without being forced into slavery like his brother. Without losing the only father he'd known and being forced to bond with a homicidal maniac.

Tarble looked like Trunks' father in so many ways.

He just hoped his uncle got a chance to heal like Vegeta and maybe even find someone who would love him.

Trunks didn't stop hyperventilating until they got well out of range of the armada. Once he couldn't see the other ships on his sensors he knew they couldn't see him on theirs. Then he relaxed. Or at least he didn't feel like his heart was going to pound out of his chest and beat him over the head for putting him and Tarble in this situation.

Trunks glanced to his right to see Tarble slumping over in the seat beside him.

He still wasn't sure how they managed it, but they escaped rather unscathed. Trunks had a sprained ankle and Tarble had a black eye. That was it, though. They had gotten on the fastest ship docked in the mother ship and blasted through the bay doors and were out of firing range before the alarm sounded.

In the back of his head, Trunks admired the sophisticated ship and all it's infinite gadgets. The scientist in him was giddy to explore this new technology that he was surrounded by. It was well beyond anything on Earth and he knew he could learn a lot from picking apart this ship.

The forefront of his thoughts were focused on getting home and warning his family of the impending enemy confrontation. He also desperately needed to find Goten and fix their shattered relationship. Trunks had been such an idiot thinking that high-tailing it out into space was the best idea for fixing their bond. It had instead made everything so much worse.

Trunks hung his head and reached up to his shoulder where his mark of claim from Goten was now gone. He had really messed things up for them. Not to mention he had screwed over his entire family. Because of his naivety he had sent an entire race hell bent on enslaving the Saiyans towards Earth. Trunks winced as he thought about the beating his father would inflict on him when he got home. He could only imagine how angry he was.

"How long until we reach your home world?"

Tarble's question broke Trunks out of his morbid thoughts and he shook himself. No use worrying over things that had yet to happen or that had happened and he couldn't possibly fix at the moment. Trunks just needed to take things one step at a time.

First step: set a course for home. And make it fast.

Trunks fiddled with the foreign instruments until he could lay in their trajectory and set the ship to the fastest speed it could go. "If we're lucky, we'll get there in two weeks. It took me five weeks on my ship to get to you guys and we spent another week in that cell. That should give us enough time to warn everyone and set up a defense."

"And if we aren't lucky?"

"We'll get there just before Decebal arrives and have no time to prepare."

(Three Weeks Later)

Goten sighed and picked at his food. He looked around the room at his family who surrounded him at the large dining table. The room was decorated in the colors and symbols of the Saiyan race. It was extravagant and bright and did nothing to lift his spirits.

Everyone chatted cheerfully about their days and doted on his brother Gohan. Since they had arrived on the new Saiyan home world everyone had been busy training, visiting, and worrying over Gohan.

His big brother seemed extremely far along in his pregnancy for only being three months in. His belly was almost as large as his papa's was in the last months of his pregnancy with the twins. The family was torn between being worried and helpful. His papa and Uncle Radditz speculated that Piccolo's Namekian blood was speeding things up. His Grandpa Bardock was in agreement but more cautious and had Gohan on round the clock supervision with daily trips to the hospital to be checked out. So far nothing had been found to be wrong but no one wanted to take any chances.

Goten looked at Gohan quickly before turning back to his food. Goten felt rather nonchalant about the situation. He knew he should be worried and hovering at his big brother's side like the other Subs were but he just didn't seem to care. Goten felt rather empty about the situation. Mostly because it reminded him that he would never have the chance to bear his own cubs since Trunks was gone.

Goten looked over at his Uncle Radditz who sat next to the royal guard, Brolli. They were in hushed discussion about something or other. The two seemed extremely close and Goten wondered if they would be mated soon. They looked like they would make a nice couple. As long as Brolli cheered up a bit and stopped glaring at his parents.

He turned his eyes away from them and looked at his grandparents. Bardock and King Vegeta were also in deep conversation about something. Bardock was leaned against the King's side, almost like a lover would. Goten could definitely tell there was something going on there. They weren't mated but they were certainly closer than normal advisor and monarch were. He knew this for certain because he had accidentally stumbled across Bardock sucking off King Vegeta in the gardens a week ago. Seemed even if the King's legs didn't work, his dick sure did.

Goten wondered for a moment what the relationship was there, if it was casual or more intimate. But he didn't think on it long. In all honestly, he didn't really care. If Trunks was here they probably would have gossiped and speculated about it and then thought up a few jokes to play. Trunks wasn't here though, and it made everything seem boring and pointless.

Goten desperately wished that he had been killed when Trunks had died. Even though his papa said Trunks was alive, Goten didn't believe it. Trunks was ripped away from his mind and heart like he no longer existed. It made him suspect that they hadn't actually had a soul mate bond. It was no doubt strong what they had but if Goten hadn't died when Trunks had then it meant that it wasn't as binding as they had originally thought.

He glanced at his parents. His dad was stuffing his face while his papa talked with his uncle. They seemed so relaxed and happy. Goten hadn't seen his dad this happy since... since before all this crap with the Saiyans came up. His family used to be perfectly fine before King Vegeta and his survivors showed up.

Goten's eyes trailed over his big brother and Piccolo sitting close together. They weren't talking to anyone. They were lost in their own little world, feeding themselves with one hand and stroking Gohan's protruding belly with the other. They looked so blissfully happy that it made Goten a little sick.

Finally he looked at his brothers, Keigo and Takeo. Takeo was eating much like their dad was, with reckless abandon. Keigo, though, was looking at Goten. Well he would have if he could see. His face was turned towards Goten and he appeared worried and sad. Goten looked away from those caring, sightless eyes.

He stabbed at his dinner and took a few bites before his appetite was lost, much like it had been for days now.

Goten knew he and his family had come to the Saiyan home world for a vacation, but it wasn't feeling like that anymore. Everyone else seemed happily settled, like this was their new home. Goten wasn't sure if that should upset him or make him happy. He couldn't feel much of anything now. Maybe he would be upset if he had left something behind. But there was nothing to leave behind now.

Goten had lost everything when he had lost Trunks.

Squarsh hated having the evening shift in the watch tower. It was so boring and quiet. Nothing ever happened. No incoming transmission, no ships entering orbit, nothing what-so-ever. He groaned and stretched his feet up on the console and leaned back in his seat.

Mating season was coming up soon. He grinned in excitement. Squarsh had been eyeing up this pretty little thing down in the hospital. A nurse with the darkest eyes and sexiest tail. The nurse had seemed pretty interested in him too. He could just imagine them, both in heat and needy. He would roughly strip off their clothes and then pin the nurse against the wall, leaning in to- -

The intercom crackled to life, breaking Squarsh from his lustful thoughts. He fell off his chair in shock and looked around in embarrassment. He scratched his head and stood, looking at the console. He shook his head. Probably just interstellar static.

Just as he was sitting down the intercom crackled again. Squarsh could have sworn he heard someone say "hello." His brow furrowed and he reached out to adjust the frequency and volume. He then pressed down on a button and leaned toward the microphone. "Hello?"

The speakers blared to life instantly. "Hello?! Thank god. You're a Saiyan right, on the new planet. I need to talk to my father immediately."

"Who the hell is this?" Squarsh asked, bewildered. How did this person know about their new world?

"My name is Trunks. My father is Prince Vegeta and-"

"Look, I don't know who you are..."

"I just told you-"

"Well I don't believe you. If you come within range of this planet I will send out enforcements and your ship will be destroyed."

"Will you fucking listen to me-"

"This is your only warning."

"Listen here asshole. I'm going to be in visual range in ten minutes. You get my father, Prince Vegeta, up there so I can talk to him. It's important."

"I don't take orders from strangers."

"Just do it!"

The connection cut off and Squarsh stared at his microphone in bewilderment. He had been trained not to believe every transmission he heard. But he couldn't deny the commanding tone in this guy's voice. What could it hurt? He could annoy the Prince a bit by saying someone claiming to be his son was coming towards their planet. If it turned out to be a lie then there was still time to send out ships to intercept this one.

Squarsh fiddled with a few dials and a screen blinked to life, showing a little blinking dot coming toward the planet. It was far enough away that it wasn't a threat. He sighed and scratched his head as he straightened up. What could it hurt to go mention this to Prince Vegeta?

AN: Worst name for an OC ever. Ugh. I was trying to go with the whole vegetable thing the Saiyan names had going in the anime and then I butchered this one. Oh well, I'll probably have this poor fella show up for a couple more cameos to make up for the name I gave him.

I'm also sure you noticed my laziness when it came to Tarble's and Trunks' escape. I didn't want to bog myself down with the technicalities and logistics of writing out a whole escape scene. I'm going to be busy enough dealing with the stuff that's going to happen once Decebal shows up. And I'd really like to get there rather than deal with Trunks' inevitable escape. Wouldn't be much of a story if he didn't escape.

Sorry if I gave the wrong impression in my last AN. We are gearing up for the end of this story, but with my track record, we've still got like 10 chapters to go or something. I don't know. It's all a little fuzzy. There is still plenty of this story to be had before the end. Don't you worry.
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