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End of the Road
By : Batjokes
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BONDS OF FRIENDSHIP
Vegeta stared at the training bots that his offspring’s mother had provided him with. Once again every single one of them was broken. Metal parts, nuts and bolts scattered across the room. Wires hung from the dented and torn robotic limbs. He’d left none standing, each of them toppled onto the floor without a leg, or wheel, to stand on.

Lifting his hand he wiped the thin layer of sweat away that had only just begun to form.

Crossing his arms in front of himself, he growled through gritted teeth, “Pathetic,” he had almost not even broken a sweat. “I’ll need to tell the woman these machines need an upgrade.” They hadn’t even been a challenge!

He smirked, for few could challenge him. Then his smirk became a grimace as he recalled one individual who could. Another Saiyan who he could so rarely win any kind of physical fight against.

For a time he’d given up trying to surpass him, but he wouldn’t allow himself to ever get too far behind. Not when the Earth raised full blooded Saiyan kept on surprising him and reaching new levels that his - their people had never even known of.

Turning from the sight of chaos, he opened the gravity chamber door and stepped out into the cool air of his living room and headed for the kitchen to grab a bottle of water to re-hydrate after his workout.

Slinging a towel over his shoulder he uncapped the water bottle and quickly drank only to be disturbed by the sound of the doorbell.

‘ It had better not be those little girls trying to sell more cookies .’ After all, homemade were much better. But living alone as he did, he didn’t get them as often as he had whilst taking up residence at Capsule Corp.

He shook his head as he sat the bottle on the table and went toward the door. He had no regrets about settling into his own house. The woman could move on easier that way, and he’d not have to feel quite so guilty that he couldn’t love her the way she truly deserved after he’d observed Gohan’s adoration for Videl and she for him. More-so even after he’d watched his son’s relationship flourish with his long time rival and friends son.

Swinging the door open he growled, “What!?”

He blinked when he noticed who it was, standing there in front of him at his door. Schooling his features he straightened his back and crossed his arms over his chest.

Vegeta watched as the other Saiyan lifted a hand to the back of his head and grinned that ridiculous grin he was so well known for.

“Stop standing there like an idiot and come inside.” He stepped back and let the man in orange and blue into his house.

Shutting the door he led him to the living room and sat down on one of the recliners. “Have a seat, Kakarot, and tell me why you’re here.”

Kakarot laughed and sat down across from him in another recliner. “I’m not really sure…” his eyes didn’t meet his own.

“Spill it, whatever it is!”

With a sigh, Kakarot’s shoulders slumped. “I’m getting a divorce.”

His eyes widened and he suppressed the urge to sputter. Taking a few calming breaths he counted to twenty and then asked, “Why? What did you do this time to get the harpy mad?”

“I don’t know what I did. Maybe I know what I didn’t do. But she didn’t ask me for a divorce.”

“Then why are you getting one? I thought you were determined to keep your promise.” He didn’t know any time when the other Saiyan didn’t keep his word.

It was then that Kakarot’s eyes met his. They looked darker, shadowed by uncertainty, anger, and anguish for a moment before they lightened again.

“Today, when I got home, there was another man in bed with her.”

If he’d still had his tail, it would be thrashing about behind him. All he could do was growl upon hearing the information. “I never thought she’d go to those lengths.”

“Neither did I.”

“Are you sure you want a divorce, Kakarot?”

He nodded. “Yes. I know two wrongs don’t make a right, but this isn’t the first time that the man has been there.”

“How do you know this?”

“Goten said he’d smelled something strange for the past month. Bleach isn’t a strange smell, but it has been used a lot more and stronger than usual. Scented candles too. I just thought Chichi was getting more paranoid about cleaning up the house…” he trailed off.

“Don’t you love your wife, Kakarot?”

“As a close friend… but, I’ve never been in love with her. How much do you know about how she and I got together?”

“The woman, Bulma , told me of a promise she made you keep even though you had no idea what you were promising at the time.” It had sounded to him as if the Earth raised Saiyan had been tricked. No one had educated him about all of Earth’s customs when he was younger. Sure he’d known some of them, but the old man that had raised him for a time had not taught him all he could. He believed that had his last remaining subject known he would not have agreed to it. But then Gohan would not have resulted, nor Goten, and each had proven to be valuable to the protection of the Earth from androids and other beings bent on destroying the planet or at least it's population of humans.

There went his hand again behind his head and he rubbed the side of his nose with the other. He couldn’t believe the man could still smile, even awkwardly as he did in that moment. Not with what was going on in his life and so suddenly.

“Well, yeah. I’d have kept my promise even now, if she hadn’t gone against the vows she made to me. A promise. I know it said until death do us part, but…”

“You’ve been dead before. So your marriage should have been null and void despite being wished back to life.”

Kakarot blinked, “I didn’t think of it like that.”

“No human should make a vow like that. Not when divorce is so easily obtained, at least if one has the money for it.”

“I’m not human.”

“I know. I also know that sometimes you must wish you were.”

“Only for Chichi’s sake, but it was never a wish I wanted to make. How would I protect Earth then?”

Vegeta knew it to be true. Humans were weak. Their Ki could never reach the level of a Saiyan and especially not a Super Saiyan.

“Hey, Vegeta…”

“Yes, Kakarot?”

“Bulma said you might leave Earth.”

His usual scowl deepened. “Why would she tell you?”

“Well, I guess, because she thought I might want to leave Earth too. And then Trunks and Goten mentioned they’d like to, too. But Goten still has a few months left before he graduates from high school.”

He blinked, for he had not thought Kakarot would wish to leave Earth. It would not be temporary as the times either, or both of them had left to train or track down enemies they needed to take out before they reached the blue planet of the Milky Way.

“Would you leave Earth, Kakarot?” He leaned forward in his chair, his hands touching either arm rests of the recliner Kakarot sat in. “I don’t think I would return here again, Kakarot. Maybe for a visit to see my daughter, and my son if he does not join me.”

Kakarot leaned back in his chair, eyes wide, “Why do you want to leave, Vegeta?”

“There is nothing for me here. I am a Saiyan. I need a challenge. And Earth has never truly felt like home. Home was Vegetasei. In my soul it still is, even though it is long gone and with it our people.” He still damned Frieza for what the monster had done. He’d been no better helping the monster to cause mass genocide from one planet to the next. But had he not become so cold hearted, even more so than a Saiyan should have been, he would not have survived for as long as he had.

Kakarot stared at him for several long heartbeats. “Oh. I don’t remember Vegetasei, or our people.”

“You’ve never wanted to know anything about it.”

“Because, to think of it, is to hurt.”

“Why would it hurt you, Kakarot? You’ve never really cared.”

“Because I can’t Vegeta. I don’t remember it. Maybe I just never wanted to. Not after you told me what happened to it. I can’t go there. I can’t even see my family. And if I did, I’m sure they’d be upset with what I did.”

Vegeta blinked and leaned forward, his forehead nearly coming into contact with Kakarot’s.

Kakarot’s Adam’s apple bobbed.

“What did you do, Kakarot?”

“Killed my own brother.”

He sat back in his own recliner, releasing the armrests of Kakarot’s own seat. “Yes, there is that. Your brother could be an idiot. I wonder if all third class have that gene. I am still surprised you did that, considering you don’t like to kill.”

Kakarot frowned. “Gohan’s not an idiot. And I guess, I got more upset than ever, because he’d kidnapped Gohan.”

“Yes. Gohan was just a baby then, wasn’t he? And I suppose there are exceptions. I wonder where he gets it from, because I don’t believe the harpy is that intelligent.” He chuckled. “Unless you were intelligent before falling on your head as a child.”

Kakarot blinked and shrugged. “I have no idea.”

“Of course not,” he snickered. “You’re so oblivious sometimes.”

“I’m not as dumb or as naive as you or others think I am!” He grumbled.

“I guess not, or you wouldn’t have known what your wife was up to. I do wonder. How often did the two of you indulge in carnal pleasure.”

“Carnal pleasure?”

He looked so confused, Vegeta chuckled. “Sex, you idiot.”

“Uh…”

“What do you call what your wife and that man were doing?”

“ That. ”

“Just that? Really, Kakarot?”

“Well, Chichi called it baby making.”

One of his eyes twitched at the outer corner. “I see, so how often did you and the harpy try baby making?”

“Once on our wedding night. Twice more on our honeymoon. Then Gohan was born. And then I think once before Goten.”

Vegeta tilted back his head and laughed. “What!? That’s all?”

Kakarot growled, “Hey! Vegeta, why are you laughing?”

Vegeta shook his head and wiped away a tear of mirth before staring at the taller Saiyan again. “Did she ever ask for more than that?”

Kakarot shook his head. “Not that I remember.”

“Did you ever ask her for more?”

“No.”

“I see. It sounds to me as though she was not in love with you either, she just wanted strong sons. Except then she turned Gohan into a nerd.”

“Vegeta!” Kakarot stood up and frowned at him.

“Well, at least your eldest is back in training,” he said as he stood up.

“He did tell me that today.”

“So, does he know about…”

“He and Goten both know. Bulma is getting my divorce papers ready and then inviting Chichi over and her lawyer.”

“That seems a bit fast after only just finding out.”

“Is it fast?”

“Not really. It’s better to get these weird Earth customs over with quickly. The harpy might dig her talons back into you and you’ll be stuck with her still. And who knows if she’ll stop what she’s doing or continue it somehow behind your back.” After all, both he and Kakarot weren’t always home. They were either off training or defending the Earth, sometimes other planets in need of help.

“I guess you’re right, Vegeta.” Kakarot sighed and walked to one of the windows. “Even now, I don’t want to be here.”

“Don’t like the company?” He arched a brow.

“I meant here on Earth,” he turned around. “I can see our friends aging. We still look like we did when we first met, but I’ve noticed gray hairs and weakening Ki signatures every year that passes.”

“The humans do have short lifespans.”

“What is the lifespan of a Saiyan, Vegeta?”

“Huh. I have no idea. I only know we age very slowly compared to humans. Most Saiyans still don’t live as long as humans, because they are killed in battle. Some from diseases. But old age, I don’t really know about. It’s another reason to not breed outside one’s own species. But we both did it and I don’t know if our children are going to age quicker than us and… I don’t really want to see that Kakarot.” A child should not have to die before their own parents. Especially not from age .

“That will be hard to see. If our children don’t age as quickly as humans, it will be difficult for them too…”

“I don’t want to find another woman, Kakarot. Do you?” They turned to gaze at each other, staring into the eyes of the other.

“No. I love my sons, but they’re old enough to take care of themselves.”

“You’d have liked more sons, maybe even a daughter, wouldn’t you?”

Kakarot chuckled, “Well, I wouldn’t have minded, but I’m a horrible father, aren’t I?”

“Not by Saiyan culture you’re not. We are born of a warrior race. What we did, we did to protect the planet on which we live. Your harpy of a wife, rarely, if ever understood that. Without you, she and your sons might be dead. Goten may never have been. If you do leave Earth, who is going to protect it and your family?”

With a grin, Kakarot answered, “Gohan.”

“Just Gohan?”

“I think he can reach the next level of Super Saiyan.”

“He would have a long time ago if he’d kept up with his training. And if he needs us we have means of communicating with Earth from the spaceship.”

“You’ve really given it a lot of thought, haven’t you, Vegeta?”

“Of course. One should never do anything without first thinking it over. I don’t really want to leave Bulla behind, but she’s better off with her mother. Maybe she and Pan can help Gohan defend Earth if its ever needed.”

Kakarot grinned that goofy grin of his again. “You think so?”

“Yes. But you’d best decide whether or not you want to leave Earth to travel with me.”

He blinked. “Travel with you? I didn’t think you’d want me to.”

“Well, the bots are not adequate for training and who else would give me a good spar, Kakarot?” He knew with the mention of a spar that he had Kakarot’s full and undivided attention.

“There’s Gohan.”

“He said he was going to stay here on Earth, didn’t he?”

Kakarot rubbed the back of his head with a grin. “Yeah, he did.”

With a smirk he nodded, “Think it over and let me know your answer by the time Goten graduates.”

“Okay, Vegeta!” The idiot grinned again. At least he didn’t seem to be too broken up over the prospect of a divorce.

“Now, do you want to Spar, or will you be going back to Capsule Corp?”

Kakarot glanced at the clock on the wall, “Four hours and it will be dinner time. Chichi will be at Bulma’s by then.”

“Then we’ll set a timer, Kakarot.”

With his ridiculous goofy grin, Kakarot glanced toward the Gravity Room. “Then, I’d love to spar!”

It was one of the few things about Kakarot that Vegeta knew had to be born of the Earth raised Saiyan’s heritage. It was in his blood, but he channeled it differently than most of their race would have had they still been alive.

With a chuckle he walked to the Gravity Room and opened the door. “After you, Kakarot.” He watched him enter the room and he followed after him. Once the door was closed, he set the alarm for three and a half hours.

Moving to the opposite side of the Gravity Room he lifted his hands and bent his knees and saw Kakarot do the same as they prepared for battle with the broken bots strewn across the room.

A/N: Thank you for reading! I do hope you readers enjoyed the chapter. And I'd love to know what you think thus far of the story if you've any time to drop a comment/question/suggestion/constructive critism. I'm also debating whether or not to narrate the spar, or skip over it... what to do.
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