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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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Transformations

Vegeta touched down outside the entrance to Bulma’s private lab. He knew she had a security system, but when he’d left the party she had been finishing her first bottle of wine. She wouldn’t notice any alerts until long after he had come and gone.

He leveled a finger at the each of the three locks and shot a high-powered, narrow beam through each in turn. The door pushed easily open.

It didn’t take him long to locate the small wall safe though it was hidden behind a row of shelves. He broke into it carefully, pulling out the entire lock tumbler so as not to damage the precious contents.

Vegeta took the case out of the refrigerated safe and left quickly, just in case. He’d have to do this in an isolated place, not in the lab. After flying for almost an hour he found someplace suitable, in the middle of a large forest where he could sense no one around for miles. He landed and walked into a dense copse of trees.

Vegeta took a deep, steadying breath before opening the case he’d stolen. He was actually a little disappointed. For something so important it was just so small. Somehow he’d expected the syringe to be bigger. He removed it from its pristine, velvet lined case, chuckling at the woman’s obsessive need to accessorize, and took the cap off the needle.

He didn’t need to stop and rethink or contemplate. In one breath he had the needle inserted into a vein and in one more breath the light brown liquid entered his bloodstream.

The deed done, he pulled out the needle and tossed it to the ground, listening to the sounds of night around him, and waiting. For several moments nothing happened and Vegeta almost believed that the injection hadn’t worked. Finally a warm, tingling sensation began deep in his belly and he sat down, back against one of the tall oaks to wait it out.

It wasn’t painful, just interesting. He tilted his head back, looking up into the tall tree towering above him when an owl began hooting somewhere nearby. He hadn’t realized how much he had missed being so far away from so called civilization.

The tingling subsided as quickly as it had come on, and Vegeta’s attention was brought back to his body. ‘Is that all?’ he thought hopefully, remembering Bulma’s fears. The warm sensation was still there, but… the heat. It was growing.

In a matter of seconds it flared outward and began eating through his entire being, originating deep in his loins and radiating out from there. Vegeta groaned, teeth ground tightly together as the fire painfully burned his body back to what nature had intended it to be, awakening comatose instincts and paths within him. When the searing fire began to ebb it was replaced by a lancing, stabbing agony that would not ease. Unnoticed he curled in on himself, gasping for breath as his body reorganized itself. His ki flared wildly as he tried to protect himself from this internal threat without knowing how. The night sounds, even the very breeze seemed to quiet in somber sorrow as Vegeta’s tormented screams tore through the forest.

The passage of time lost all meaning, but he was distantly aware of light beginning to breach the thick foliage around him when the searing pain began to abate, morphing into a dull throb. It wasn’t much relief, but it was enough for unconsciousness to finally, mercifully claim him.

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Vegeta awoke, groaning at the incredible soreness in his body. It felt as though every cell in his body had been ravaged and left for dead.

‘Probably not far from the truth,’ he thought ruefully.

He lay still for several minutes, trying to get up the nerve to move. When he finally pushed himself up enough to sit, the groan turned into a grunt of pain. Awareness returned slowly and he took stock of his situation. Judging by the sun at least a day had passed. His clothes were soaked through with sweat and dirt and leaves clung to him. At some point during the ordeal his stomach had expelled its contents. In short, he was filthy.

He hated being filthy.

He certainly couldn’t get back to Capsule Corp. like this, but he needed to get someplace with soap and water, clean clothes and food. He slowly, painfully pulled himself to his feet, checking his energy level as he went. Very low, to be expected, but enough to fly at least for a while. There were cabins about twenty miles away; it wouldn’t be easy but he could get to them.

By the time he found one that seemed to have been abandoned by its owner for the season he had almost no reserves left. He trudged into the kitchen first, finding some jugs of water, veggie chips, a variety of soy products and some of those disgusting rabbit-food granola bars he hated. Beggars couldn’t be choosers, however, and he settled on the bars.

After downing almost an entire jug and eating every last bar in the box he stumbled off, walking out of his clothes as he went and leaving them in a line leading to the bathroom. Thankfully it was a combination tub and shower so he didn’t have to stand. He just sat down, turned on the water on full heat and lay back, exhausted. He just wanted to sleep but managed to stay awake until the water hit his chest. He kicked it off with his foot before giving in to his exhaustion.

His skin was pruny by the time he awoke, the hot water had worked its magic on his cramped muscles and he felt much better. He pulled the plug, started the shower and cleaned himself up. He felt over his body as he soaped himself down, but could feel no changes. His body was - at least externally - the same as it always was.

He frowned. ‘Did the injection fail after all?’ He thought about it and decided there were a couple of ways to find out. Dende or the woman could probably tell him, but then they’d ask questions he didn’t really feel like answering right now. Not that he would actually answer, but it was grating to be asked.

Or, he could just go hang around with the idiot and see if anything new happened.

As usual he found the second option was far more appealing than it should have been.

He got out of the shower and stole some clothes from the closet. They were ill fitting - an oversized ‘meat is murder’ t-shirt that he had to turn inside-out to be able to live with himself, and belted pants with legs so long he had to tuck them into his boots - but at least they were clean.

He thought briefly about picking up after himself, but decided against it, taking off into the sky. They deserved the job for not having a scrap of meat in the house.

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Vegeta could feel something off in Goku’s ki as he approached the balcony to his Capsule Corp. bedroom. Sure enough, the other Saiyan burst in as he was packing things into a bag.

“Vegeta!”

The older Saiyan crossed his arms and glared at him. “Can I help you, Kakarot?” His throat was still raw from his night spent screaming. He cleared it, trying to sound less hoarse than he was. “You seem to be lost.”

“Are you all right? Where have you been? The night you left I swear it felt like you were dying!”

Vegeta quirked an eyebrow at him as he continued to babble on, wondering why the idiot was paying attention to his ki in the first place.

“I wanted to find you but your ki was all crazy and I couldn’t get a lock, and wait, those aren’t your clothes, and...” he trailed off and finally Vegeta prompted.

“...And?”

“Why do you smell different?”

‘I guess it did work,’ Vegeta thought. There was no other reason for his body chemistry to have changed enough to affect his scent. Before he could think of an excuse Gohan came strolling in with a big grin. “Hey, what’s up?”

“Oh, nothing really. Just being interrogated by all these people barging into my own room!” Vegeta shouted, fed up. He would have yelled more, but Gohan stopped with a quizzical expression. “What now?!”

“Weird. You smell different.”

‘Confirmation,’ Vegeta thought. Outwardly he sneered. “It’s a new aftershave I’m trying. It’s called Eau de Getthefuckouttamyroom. You like it? Now if you wouldn’t mind, I don’t like parading my naked ass around for all to see like some people,” he said, looking pointedly at Goku. “Out!”

Goku had the good grace to look sheepish, backing out of the room while Gohan stood there for a few seconds still just staring at him with a puzzled look. “Now!” Vegeta yelled and Goku’s hand shot through the door from the hallway and yanked his son out of the room by the collar before closing the door.

Vegeta’s energy was beginning to fail him again, and he headed over to the small box he kept on his dresser. Goku liked to bring senzu beans for them both when they sparred but occasionally Vegeta would take his and leave, letting his body heal naturally so he could save the beans for an emergency. He pulled one out of his stash and popped it in his mouth. He closed his eyes as the familiar rush of returning ki banished the lingering soreness of his body. He finally felt something like his usual self.

He quickly discarded his pilfered clothing in favor of his usual blue workout uniform. Gloves on, he began to feel normal again. Into his bag went extra clothes, odds and ends, and the senzu beans.

A couple of empty capsules in hand, he headed down to the kitchen where more irritating people were waiting with more irritating questions.

Well, Vegeta had been raised to rule and knew how to deal with such situations.

Goku and Gohan looked a little dazed, strangely. He called to the younger of the two and tossed him the empty capsules. “Food,” he commanded. “Right,” Gohan blinked, and set about filling the containers from the ample kitchen stock.

Bulma’s look held more than he wanted to deal with. She obviously knew that he’d broken into her lab and discovered her deception. She started to say something but he cut her off. “Kakarot, is your harpy here?”

“Uh, yeah, Chi-Chi’s in the other-”

“Good. Tell her you’re leaving for a few days.” Goku looked like he was about to say something but Vegeta just yelled at him. “Move it!”

Goku yelped as if struck and took off. Vegeta smirked. When in doubt, issue orders. It throws everyone off. “Woman! Where’s the boy?”

Whatever she was going to say was driven out by her indignation. “He’s your son too, why don’t you go find him!” she snapped back. ‘Good. She’s better angry than moping.’

“I don’t have all day. Just tell him if he’s not keeping up his training routine I’m not going easy on him when I get back.”

Vegeta turned and found Gohan before him, a hairsbreadth away from invading his space. He was still staring, but his eyes were narrowed now. It was unnerving, though Vegeta wouldn’t show it. He wordlessly held out a gloved hand and after a moment Gohan dropped the two now full capsules into it. “Thanks,” he said dismissively and moved to walk by him but Gohan stepped into his path. Vegeta scowled up at him but he didn’t even seem to notice.

Bulma was recovering from Vegeta’s attempt to derail her, but before she could say anything Goku came pelting back into the room, ducking flying household objects as Chi-Chi’s shrill voice chastised him for running off again.

“Well, better get going!” he called as he ran out the kitchen door into the courtyard. Vegeta took advantage of the distraction and pushed past Gohan. He grabbed his bag and shouldered it, following Goku outside with Bulma trailing almost reluctantly behind.

“Vegeta!”

He stopped but didn’t turn. When she spoke again he could hear the shakiness of her voice, the fear of his mistrust. “I… I don’t know what to say besides the obvious.” There was no love to be lost between them, but there was respect. The last thing Bulma wanted was to lose that.

Goku was torn. He didn’t know what was going on between the two of them, but his old friend’s distress was plain. And as much as he wanted to comfort her, nothing would get in the way of him spending time alone with Vegeta, especially at his request.

He knew she was sorry, but Vegeta didn’t need to hear her apologize. “Bulma,” Vegeta said in a far softer voice than either of them was used to hearing from him. “I understand. It’s done, and I’m fine. Now. Kakarot.” Goku watched in confusion as Vegeta walked over to him.

He turned to Bulma to see her unease quickly giving way to relief. She smiled and sighed as if a great burden had been lifted.

Vegeta’s gloved hand touched his shoulder and the courtyard disappeared. They reappeared in a peaceful meadow. Goku turned and gaped. “When did you learn Instant Transmission!?”

Vegeta made a small, irritated sound. “Why are you always surprised when I pick up a technique from someone else? I’ve been doing it for years!”

“I know, but I still don’t understand how you can do it without being shown the steps.”

“It’s just a knack,” Vegeta shrugged.

Goku always whined about training anywhere that didn’t have some kind of cool water source, so over the years Vegeta just started taking that into account. The meadow had a sizeable stream running through it. Goku once remarked that he found the most beautiful locations for their sparring sessions. He hadn’t responded because he would have laughed. He just liked the idea of bringing violence to tranquil places. It made them more interesting.

Vegeta was so hungry he could hardly think straight. One of the capsules full of food was out and open before his pack even hit the ground and Vegeta sat down and set to digging in without preamble. Goku sat down opposite and eyed him almost suspiciously.

“What are we doing out here Vegeta? Not that I mind, but you seemed like you were in a hurry.”

Vegeta swallowed his bite of ramen. “When I spoke to Whis there were some things he told me, some new ideas I’ve been playing with. I’ve gone as far as I can on my own. I want you to go to your third form and fight me. I need to test a theory.”

Goku’s eyes went wide. “Oh.” Vegeta took another bite, waited for it. Flinched when it came.

“But Vegeta, I hate using that form! It’s so tiring! I really, really, really don’t want to!”

“Oh for fuck’s sake Kakarot, stop being such a big baby! I have senzu beans, you won’t be tired for long. Now will you do it or not?!”

Goku grumbled. Threw himself backward in the grass and sighed heavily. Then was quiet so long Vegeta actually started to get worried.

Finally Goku sat up again and spoke something he expected. “Okay, I’ll do it. For you. But I want something in return.”

It was a nagging fear he had that despite all his declarations to the contrary that deep down Goku still considered him evil and didn’t really trust him.

“Fine.” Vegeta brushed off his hands and raised three fingers in something that mockingly resembled a Boy Scout salute. “If this works, I solemnly swear I will do no harm with any of the information I learn here. I will put my renegade ways behind me and be a paragon of virtue. Good enough, or do I need take a blood oath?”

Goku stared at him in confusion for a moment before understanding hit.

“What?” Vegeta yelled, more than a little embarrassed.

“Vegeta, you were judged ‘good’ when you were brought back to life after we defeated Buu. The Super Saiyan God ritual only worked because you have a pure heart. When are you going to start believing it?”

Vegeta looked away from him, obviously uncomfortable. “Then what do you want, third class?”

“I want to know about you.”

Vegeta’s eyes went wide and he blinked a few times. It didn’t help. “...Huh?” he asked cleverly.

Goku’s smile remained. “You never talk, not really. You know far more about everyone around you than anyone else knows about you. So any question I have, you answer.”

“For how long?” Vegeta asked suspiciously.

“Just one night. As many questions as I can pack in. And only after you learn what you need.”

Vegeta thought for a moment. Was it worth it? There were things he didn’t want to revisit, things he didn’t want to think about let alone share. No doubt those were the things Goku most wanted to know.

“I could just force you up to level three,” Vegeta said quietly.

“You could,” Goku agreed. “But I don't think you will.”

This was important. The survival of his race could easily come down to what he could learn from this. He couldn’t leave here without knowing it. He could feel Goku watching him intently. Vegeta was pretty sure he was even holding his breath. Why the hell was this so important to him?

“One stipulation. Don’t ask me about the night of your birthday party. I can’t give you that, at least not now. Deal?”

Goku smiled and Vegeta was shocked by the relief and… ‘Excitement? Certainly not…’ that shone through Goku’s expression. “Deal! Let’s get started!”

“Forgetting something Kakarot?”

“Oh yeah,” he said rubbing the back of his head. He sat back down. “Food, right.”

Excitement. Definitely. Vegeta smiled to himself as he tucked into his first meal in days, unbelievably with less gusto than Goku having his third meal of the day. As far as he knew, nothing but excitement could separate Goku’s appetite from an easily available meal.
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Vegeta powered up differently than Goku was used to. It was a slow build, not the fiery, powerful burst he almost always seemed to prefer. When he opened his eyes again Goku was heartily confused. His face must have shown it because Vegeta crossed his arms and smirked at him. “Tell me what you see.”

“It doesn’t make any sense! You’re up to Super Saiyan Two, but… it doesn’t look right.” The blue crackles of energy that accompanied the form were absent, as was the blazing aura of power. “And I can barely sense you. How are you doing this?”

“You’ll have to beat it out of me!”

Goku grinned, pushed himself into his third form, savoring the power in it. When he had first used this form Vegeta had looked at him with a mixture of surprise and envy. Now in Vegeta’s eyes he saw admiration and pride. ‘He likes seeing me like this.’ The thought warmed him.

Vegeta’s eyes narrowed and the fight was on. He attacked and Goku was thrown off for a moment, not being able to sense his power left him unable to get a lock on his movements. Vegeta had hoped that would be the case, and went after Goku with everything he had. The third time Goku punched him and he didn’t have to work to keep from smashing into the ground he realized Goku was going easy on him.

He frowned, deciding to get the man’s attention. Unless agreed upon they didn’t use the bigger energy attacks during their sparring sessions. He took a stance that would have been very familiar to Goku and powered a relatively powerful Kamehameha wave. While Goku gaped he fired it upward at him. Goku scrambled out of his surprise to slow it and deflect it harmlessly outward into space.

“Vegeta! When did you-”

“I already told you it’s a knack. Now take this seriously or this is pointless!”

Goku scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. “Sorry! I’ll do better now. Let’s go!” He lept at the chance to go full out.

And still Vegeta was able to stay toe to toe with him. After about twenty minutes Vegeta could tell that Goku was starting to tire. Vegeta called a halt and they both powered down.

“Good fight! Man, I’m a little out of practice with this form.” Goku said cheerfully. Vegeta sighed, watching him waver in the air. Goku was surprised to see him floating over. He put an arm around Goku’s waist and took them both down.

“You’re pathetic Kakarot.”

Goku snickered. “Yeah, but you’d be bored without me!” When they landed he flopped out in the grass while Vegeta got him the promised senzu bean. “So what was that Vegeta? I could tell you perfected the form, but there was something else.”

“If we can keep our ki from leaking out there’s a huge increase in power. I haven’t got it completely under control yet, but I think it would let a lower, more stable form more powerful than a higher one. Just think of the possibilities. Full Super Saiyan power in base form.”

“Will you teach it to me?”

“And give up my shot at overpowering you? Fat chance,” Vegeta scoffed. Goku laughed. One man’s rude dismissal was Vegeta’s ‘yes, of course.’

Vegeta brought the bean over and held it out for Goku to sit up and take. Instead Goku just tilted his head back and opened his mouth. Vegeta rolled his eyes and dropped it into his mouth.

Goku hopped up as soon as the bean took effect, hooting in pleasure. Vegeta just scowled at him and kicked him in the rear. “Well, since you’re feeling better go hunt us up some dinner. I’ll get things set up here.”

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“Damn it Kakarot, you got water on my meat again! Stop shaking off, what are you, a dog?”

“Sorry!” Goku smiled brightly, taking another giant bite of deer. While Vegeta cleaned and cooked dinner he had gone for an enthusiastic swim and was now drip drying all over the log he was sitting on. “Air drying my hair takes so long.”

“Then just dry it with your ki!”

“Then it gets all fluffy!”

“Fine, if you won’t do it I will!” Vegeta blasted a ki ball at him while Goku shrieked. “There. You’re dry now. You’re welcome.”

A dry but slightly singed Goku laughed. He knew what he was doing. He always did, he couldn’t help needling Vegeta. In some ways Vegeta seemed far more comfortable yelling at him than he did in any other situation save fighting him.

Goku finished off more than half of their shared dinner and received a gentle rebuke in return, in the form of Vegeta spin-kicking him off the log. He lay there on the ground laughing while Vegeta just ‘hmphed,’ at him and took his seat.

“Hey Vegeta? Do you like camping like this?”

Vegeta sighed. “So we’re doing this now, huh?”

“Well, it’s nighttime. So. Do you like camping out?”

“Yes. I was in space a lot, so when I was on a mission having a fire and ground under my feet was nice.”

“You don’t sleep when anyone else is around, do you? Not even Bulma.”

Vegeta glared down at him. “How did you even-”

“A long time ago I noticed you just meditate or pretend to sleep when we’re too tired to go home after we spar. I asked Bulma if you do that with her and she told me that she never saw you sleep either.”

“Why the hell are you paying so much attention to my habits anyway Kakarot?” Vegeta ground out.

Unphased, Goku responded “It’s my turn to ask the questions. Now talk.”

Vegeta sighed. “No. Unless I’m sick or injured I don’t sleep around anyone else.” He knew Goku wanted to know why but just because he had agreed to this didn’t mean he was going to volunteer information. Goku would have to ask.

“You don’t like having your gloves off either, do you? You always shove your hands in your pockets when you don’t have them on.”

“True.”

“Do Saiyans get married like humans do?”

Vegeta was grateful for the jump in topic. “No. We have husbands and wives, but it’s very different from Earth’s definition. It’s closer to a mating, and very few of us did that. Taking a mate is for life, and the death of one usually precedes the death of the other. Not an easy thing when battle is a constant. Most of us chose to take whatever is hot and convenient. Male, female, doesn’t matter. Nappa and Raditz didn’t particularly get along but they bedded each other more often than not when we were all together.”

“Really?” Goku asked wide-eyed. “That explains a lot. When I was young I told Grandpa Gohan that if I ever had to get married I was just going to marry a boy because it seemed like more fun. He didn’t like that, he said I had to marry a girl someday.”

“Hn. Humans are weird.”

“Tell me about it,” Goku laughed. “So you don’t consider Bulma your mate?”

“Neither one of us do. We have a child together through a mutually beneficial arrangement. I let her tell people we’re married to keep them off her back, but we are truly not. I would never consider taking a mate.”

Goku’s heart dropped and he tried his best to keep it hidden. “Why not?” he asked quietly. “Is it because you’re a prince?”

“Not at all. I just have nothing to offer a mate, even a Saiyan one. I would not be able to properly care for one. When I was a child I thought…” Vegeta trailed off. He shook his head with finality and continued. “But that was a long time ago. I am too… broken now.”

‘Broken…?’ “So does Chi-Chi count as my mate?”

Goku’s eyes widened when Vegeta growled at his question. “That shrew will never be a proper mate to you. She should be counting her blessings for the children you have given her.”

“You really don’t like Chi-Chi, do you?” Vegeta’s lip curled at the mention of her name. “Why do you hate her so much?”

“Because on Vegeta-sei she would have been killed for what she did to you!”

The vehemence in Vegeta’s voice shocked Goku. “What did she do to me that was so bad? I mean, she’s not always the nicest, but-”

“We don’t mature at the same rate as humans,” Vegeta ground out. “By Saiyan standards by the time I arrived here you were barely out of childhood. To give you an idea, it would have been as though she married a twelve or thirteen year old boy and started a family. Physically able, but mentally and emotionally too young. And just because she didn't know you weren’t human was no excuse. There was no way she didn’t know you weren’t mature enough for ‘marriage’ and children.” His fists clenched at his sides. “And then to constantly belittle you for things that are simply Saiyan? You have no idea the restraint it takes for me to listen to those things. She took advantage of you and if I didn’t know it would offend your delicate sensibilities I would have punished her for it long ago. The young shouldn’t be taken advantage of.”

Goku was stunned. Vegeta’s explanation made so many things fall into place; his relationship with Chi-Chi had always made him feel vaguely uncomfortable. On their wedding night Chi-Chi had led the way, and afterward he had lay there with her in his arms feeling like he’d done something very wrong. It had taken a long time for sex to feel like it wasn’t a dirty act.

Vegeta’s genuine fury on his behalf made him feel…

Flattered. Despite thinking he couldn’t properly care for a mate, Vegeta seemed to be doing a good job of making him feel cared for.

“Wow,” he finally said feeling warm inside. “I had no idea you felt that way.”

“Yeah well, now you know,” Vegeta huffed, staring off across the stream as if embarrassed.

“How old were you when Freeza came for you?”

“How do you change topics so wildly? Is the gerbil on his wheel in your head changing directions or something?”

“Answer the question!”

“Fine,” Vegeta grumbled. “He came for me on my fifth birthday. When I was leaving my father spoke to my mind, it was the only time he ever did so.”

He didn’t continue, and Goku interrupted his thoughts. “Well? What did he say?” he asked, tapping his head.

Vegeta grumbled, but complied.

‘Bide your time. Grow stronger. When the time is right I will come for you. We will crush this Freeza together.’

Goku’s eyes widened. It wasn’t Vegeta’s mental voice, it was his father, King Vegeta. “How did you do that?”

“We’re all telepathic to some degree Kakarot. You know that.”

“Yeah, but I can’t do that. I can send and receive, I can even read some people’s thoughts, but I can’t project the way you just did. I could… I don’t know, feel who your father was.”

Vegeta sighed. “I guess it’s my fault. I should explain these things to you. I just take your Saiyan blood for granted sometimes, but it doesn’t tell you everything. We can all receive thoughts, most can send them, and a few, like us, can do more. I can do quite a bit more actually, but I don’t like touching minds with others so I just don’t.”

“Did Nappa and Radditz protect you from Freeza?”

Vegeta’s short bark of laughter held no mirth. “Even as a child I was stronger than both of them combined. What could they have possibly protected me from? I had to protect myself.” Vegeta stopped to take a steadying breath. “What else, third-class?”

Goku smirked. “Okay, that brings me to my next question. We’re a warrior race. How can I be the first Super Saiyan in a thousand years and still be a third-class warrior?” That one shocked a true laugh out of the older Saiyan and Goku grinned back. “I knew it!”

Vegeta was forced to admit that Saiyan social classes had little to do with station, they were based on power and ability. Even his royal younger brother had been classified as low-class because he lacked the Saiyan fighting instinct. The idiot would have been given Elite status over a decade ago.

“Well, I hope you don’t expect me to stop calling you that.”

“No, I actually kind of like it. It stopped feeling like an insult and more like a nickname a long time ago.”

“Okay, last question.” Goku asked gently. “Why?”

Vegeta cocked an eyebrow at him. “‘Why’ what?”

“Why don’t you sleep when anyone else is near you? Why do you feel so strongly that you have to guard yourself even from casual touch? Why do you consider yourself too broken to take a mate? Why Vegeta? Freeza is long dead but whatever happened to you still has a hold after all this time. What made you like this?”

Vegeta was silent for several minutes. He had known it would come to this, but still wasn’t ready. “Are you sure you want to hear this, Kakarot? Because I’m sure I don’t want to tell it.”

Goku sat up, forced Vegeta to hold his gaze. “We’ve avoided this for too long as it is. It’s time, Vegeta.”

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