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Unbeaten Paths	By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4882 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 20

Vegeta had been sleeping. He had been comfortable, warm, and snuggled down into the covers with Kakarot laying next to him. It was--not to imply he had a particular liking for peace--peaceful. But then, some internal clock went off, and Kakarot jumped out of the bed and knocked Vegeta onto the floor, where it was cold and hard and uncomfortable. By the time he got up to his feet, Kakarot already had his clothes on and he was working on getting his shoes on (which would have been easier if they were facing the right way.)

"WHAT--" he started to demand.

"Oh, sorry Vegeta. I told the boys I was going to spar with them today..."

Vegeta turned and looked out the window, where it was dark. Night. Not bright enough to actually fight because you could not actually see anyone. Why on any planet would Kakarot want to get up now?

"Don't worry, Vegeta, I've got a plan!"

Vegeta was not reassurred. "Does it involve Gohan in any way?" he asked, dusted himself off. Not that he wanted Kakarot not to have contact with his son, on the other hand he had been pushing the big baka to go find his son and do anything with him since the whole Radditz-kicking-drunken-Gohan-into-the-ocean thing. But everytime he told Kakarot to find his child he got a 'but, I can't do anything to help him...' wimpy little response.

"Uh...maybe..."

This wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Vegeta shrugged and Kakarot flashed him a bright smile and turned to go about implementing his plan (and they all knew how well those turned out.) Vegeta, now alone, straightened up the bed went over to the closet and pulled out hsi clothes, got dressed for the day and went the kitchen (where he planned to eat and write in his journal thing.)

For a few blessed moments there was silence. And then he started to wonder about this plan that Kakarot had come up with. What could the man have thought of that would allow him to go see his son (remember, Kakarot had the nuerotic need to give his child something or assist him in some way)? Kakarot had this sort of 'must go find the source of the problem and challenge it in some way' thing going on with his head.

These thoughts circled his head for much longer than Vegeta would have liked because he was jarred out of them by the door to his home opening and the heavy footsteps and the swish of hair that belonged to Radditz. Then he found himself looking at Radditz and Gohan. They were bright awake (well Radditz was, Gohan stumbled into the kitchen and dropped his head immediately on the counter.)

Vegeta gave Radditz a raised-eyebrow sort of look.

"He's depressed."

The door opened again, and Goten and Trunks came into the house. They were less dressed today than they had been the last time he saw them four days ago. Neither of them had shoes, or shirts, Trunks had one sock, Goten had cuffs on his wrists. The rest of their skin was covered with bruises, hickies and scratches.

"I thought we were supposed to be sparring," Trunks said.

"Dad's ki is all the way over there," Goten said and he pointed back toward the cities.

Gohan muffled something. Radditz nodded. Vegeta shrugged.

They all looked at one another. Gohan picked his head up off the table and looked around, blinked owlishly and yawned. "Maybe we should warm up or something?" Not that he looked like he wanted to. But his breath was clean and his clothes were neat--Radditz had a very weird compulsion to defeat addictions.

"Sure," Goten said, "You're old and out of shape."

"Oh thanks."

"Lifting books is not the same as training," Trunks said. He followed his boyfriend back out of the house and Gohan followed, slowly, shuffling his feet along the ground.

Radditz frowned and looked back at him. "Before--I would have beaten that kid." A strange sigh. "How do you deal with this planet, Vegeta?"

"I think the Dragon did something to my brain when he brought me back from the dead."

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It was a sort of half-thought idea. He figured once he got in the situation he could figure out what happened next. He didn't need to figure out everything. It would come to him. Really.

"What are you doing here?" was the first thing demanded of him when he appeared in the house (yes, he got tired of flying and concentrated a lot until he happened to find Hercule's energy.) But it wasn't Hercule that demanded this of him, it was Videl.

"I came to get Pan," he said. Flashed his idiot grin at her and waited for the logical response (which would be to just give him his grandchild so he could take her to see her father and then everything would be peachy fine and good.)

"Over my dead body."

His first (mental) response was: okay. But he bit back that response and attempted to remember all the reasons he was here, and if they would make a dent on the angry woman's resolve. He was here because Gohan was really upset over losing his child. Goku couldn't do anything about the fact that Gohan and him had fought a lot in the past two years, but he figured he could do something about the kid. After all, dealing with Videl couldn't be much different than dealing with Chichi.

"But, Videl, she's my granddaughter and I want to spend time with her." This was good solid human logic.

"No. You just want to see her so you can take her to Gohan. I know you, Goku"--no she didn't--"You aren't taking my child."

He sighed. Felt his tail uncurl from its usual place on his leg and flick back and forth while he tried to come up with another response to her. "Videl," he said patiently, "Gohan is going to see his daughter. You can't stop him." By this, he meant you can't stop me and he figured she realized that.

"This isn't up to you. Gohan is supposed to be married to me. He isn't supposed to be screwing his own UNCLE in our BATHROOM," Videl snapped.

"You don't live in the house anymore," he pointed out, "You left Gohan. What was he supposed to do?" Goku asked.

"Drink himself to death for all I care!"

After this rather enlightened statement resounded through the room they were standing in (the living room? den? ...he wasn't sure. There was a couch) the light came on in the hallway and little feet bounded there way down, and his granddaughter (when the hell did she get so...big?) was standing the doorway. She had very silky black hair that fell around her little face.

He felt his face go pale, because looking at her, standing there with that secret smile on her face--she looked just like Chichi. Terrifyingly so.

"Who's that?" Pan asked, crossed the room in her pajamas and looked up at him. She was a scrawny little girl in footie pajamas (that had blue kitties on them.) She craned her head back and looked up at him, her little mouth hanging open.

"I'm your grandpa," he said.

"Nuh-uh. My grampa is in dere." She pointed back behind her and then cocked her little head to one side to watch his tail flick back and forth. A smile spread wide across her face and she giggled. "Ok," she decided, "You can be grampa now."

Videl was frowning at him. "You're not taking her, Goku. If you try I'll..."

"Videl," he said--patiently--"I'm going to take my granddaughter for today. Me and boys are going to train and I think its important that Pan learn to control her energy level why she's young. I taught Gohan--"

"Oh and he turned out super didn't he?"

Goku reached down, picked Pan up and she tried to reach behind him to get his tail. "I'll bring her back before bedtime," he said to Videl and raised two fingers to his forehead, saw Pan do the same thing and smiled as he flickered out of existence.

He reappeared in front of his youngest son and Trunks...tickling Gohan. Gohan was rolling around on the ground trying to get away from the other two, punching at their hands while he cackled helplessly.

Pan giggled too and clapped her hands together. "Daddy!" Which brought the whole group to a dead stop. Gohan sat up, his mouth hanging open. Pan used Goku's leg as a kick-off point and launched herself the distance between where he stood and where GOhan was. She hit her father hard but Gohan didn't move, just wrapped his arms around her and kissed her head.

Vegeta came out of the house and stood at his side. "Did you kill her?" was his question.

Goku sighed. "No."

"Too bad."

"Yeah."

Radditz came out of the house and kept his distance away from the silent display of the hugging thing. Pan turned her head and looked around at them, then pushed herself up so she was sitting on Gohan's arm. "They've got tails," Pan said.

"Yes they do," Gohan said. He ran his hand over her hair and looked at her clothes. "Why are you wearing your pajamas?"

"I just woke up," Pan said. Like this was the only obvious answer. "What you doin?"

"We're going to spar," Goten said, "If the old people ever finish getting ready." He took her from Gohan and she hugged him to, then climbed down and stood in the dirt, looked at each of them in turn and sucked on her finger for a moment. "I'm hungry."

"Me too," Goku said. He pointed toward the house. "Lets go get some food, and find you some better clothes to wear." She nodded and together they trotted off toward the house. Gohan followed them, and Vegeta told the boys they were going to warm up by fighting Radditz.

Once they were in the house, Pan turned, lifted her arms and waited for her father to pick up, which he did, and carried her to the kitchen. She sat on the counter while Goku got the food out to make for breakfast.

"I'm really sorry Dad," Gohan said, "For everything."

"Dad," Pan interrupted, curled her hand in Gohan's shirt and tugged on it. "Can I par too?"

"It's a lot of work, Pan. You can't just start sparring you have to learn a lot of things first. And you can't just leave because you don't like something." Gee--that sounded like what he had told Gohan all those years ago when he started training him.

"Okay."

Gohan nodded. Goku smiled.

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Must be a terminal word-shortage disease.

Goku: ...why does this sound like its drawing to a conclusion?

Gohan: I blame it on someone else. Like him *points at Krillin*

Krillin: Why me?!

Vegeta: It's always your fault baldy. *glare*

Gohan: Except for when it's Tien's fault
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