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Disclosure
By : TristaML
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While I know that I put that this story was complete, I still felt that it was unfinished. So! I added an Epilogue. Enjoy.
To CalicoSoneji: Thank you so so much for your review! I can't tell you what that means to me! It warms my heart and I really appreciate it, and I hope that you find my other stories just as entertaining! XOXO
To Herp4UDerp: Thank you for your insightful reviews! I will be honest, this story was so different from anything I've written that I found myself getting a little lost in the characters myself, especially since Kakarot was so different and yet still Goku, so it was a bit of a struggle to keep that flow... I am glad it ended up working out in the end, though, even though it was difficult to follow. I really appreciate your perspective! I hope that this is more satisfying of an ending for you, and I simply had to add it, because, like you said, I hate the idea of leaving Vegeta so... eternally distraught and Goku so epically gone.

Enjoy...

Epilogue:
V/G: The time and the date don’t mean anything anymore. Not when it’s been so long between two people. Not when you are the only one who cares about how long it’s been. A lifetime ago. Like it never happened.
V: When you lose someone close to you, it’s natural to want to talk about them. But you don’t, because it seems pointless, and besides, no one else wants to talk about it. Why bring it up? Why bother someone else with questions they don’t have answers for?
V/G: When you fall in love with someone, you never forget them. It doesn’t matter what else happens in your life or how many other lovers you may have taken to your bed, your heart still belongs to them. Your mind is still prisoner to thoughts of them. Your body still yearns for the touch of them. Your eyes long to see them. Your ears want to hear them. And there’s nothing you can do about it.
V: The good thing is it’s not an everyday, all day melodrama. It just creeps up on you every once in a while, and sometimes it lingers, but sometimes it’s fleeting. The better thing is that it’s not an anger you wallow in, or a jealousy that you curdle through, it’s an uncomfortable but warming sensation. A promising and hopeful idea that gives you something to think of. Something to, maybe, look forward to.
At least, that’s how it’s been for me. All these years, and it’s been quite a few, I’ve ached to see him again.
G: I thought I might be able to just let the whole thing go and when we do see each other we could become reacquainted but remain indifferent parties. I thought that’s what would happen in my mind, anyways, but, as the years went by, I realized that I was just fooling myself.
It’s natural, I suppose, to believe that absence would be our undoing, especially given how we were separated. But absence has only made my heart fonder, and while at first my head was confused and conflicted, I have to admit that now I’m looking forward to seeing him again.
It can’t be put off any longer.
V: Although I have moved on from numbingly in pain, to forcibly uncaring, even all the way to wishful thinking, I stopped counting the days a long time ago and have given up trusting a hope that should have never been placed in me.
“If”, “When”, “Then”, “We”- it’s all I could think about for so long. And so much has happened since he’s left.
I would have to tell him that Gohan and I had an affair of our own accord, each man hurting in different ways, each man needing the comfort only the one could give the other. But it didn’t last long, and by that, I mean that we decided to end it so that our lives didn’t get ruined by our estranged desires. Although it was nice while it lasted, passion and intrigue combined with loneliness was all it ever was, and neither of us ever has any intention of being together. We went our separate ways and things went back to normal.
The Earth has been so peaceful, in fact, even Piccolo moved to New Namek a few years ago, probably partly because of my rendezvous with his favorite person, but most likely because he was tired of waiting around to see if Kakarot is actually going to come back.
Yes, I told him. I had to. I told Gohan, too. But only Piccolo and Gohan know. Only they could understand. Even though they can’t, not really, at least I had a confidant. That’s better than I’ve ever had in all of my life.
Bulma is gone. So is Kakarot’s wife. My children are grown and pathetically “human”, though still wonderful people, so are his, and there’s nothing here to entertain me.
I’ve been toying with the idea of leaving, myself. I have so much life left in me, and while I have plenty of designs of what I’d do, and I’ve packed ten times over, I always hesitate because of what he said… What was it that he said again- He’d come back for me?
Sometimes I get annoyed, and I always get fed up, but just when I’m about to leave, something pulls me back, and I wait.
G: I haven’t been an angel out here all these years, not by a long shot. I’ve done some things I’m surprised I did, but life is all about getting to know yourself, and I’ve finally been able to do just that. Now, at least, I can be honest with myself about my true feelings. I can finally come to him and give him everything.
The short-lived love-life I’ve had out here was thrilling in a way, but mostly done out of curiosity and it wasn’t as fulfilling as I thought it might be, or as he told me it would be. He’s wasn’t Vegeta. He never could be. And as much as I’m looking forward to seeing Vegeta, I don’t want to tell him that I tried to get over him with another man. But if he asks, I will.
I hate that I did this to him, but I just couldn’t have been with him without any pretense any other way.
I knew what would happen in my absence. My oldest and closest friend died and my dear wife, passed, too, and I wasn’t there. But when was I ever there in the first place?
My family is peaceful and gentle, and while I have those qualities in part, I am far from the same simple man they always believed me to be. I always wanted more. Just like Vegeta.
I fear that if I don’t go back now, he’ll give up on me, and I can’t have that.
The uncertainty that’s in me, now, though, even as I arrive on Earth, and take in it’s beautiful, unchanged scenery, is that maybe he changed his mind.
I couldn’t have planned this any better, though, and not knowing what’s going to happen makes this that much more interesting. It’s nighttime, and I can tell by his ki that he’s asleep, just like I left him.
I arrive in his room without wasting any time, and I smile down at his peaceful, sleeping face, which has barely aged even through these long years. He’s still as handsome as ever, and I wonder briefly how different I’ll look to him as I kneel down beside his bed and touch his face gently, hoping that he doesn’t rouse just yet.
He breaths deeply and stirs away from my hand as I whisper his name.
“Vegeta…” I say again, and this time he begins to open his eyes.
V: I thought I felt something touch me, like a feather against my cheek, and then I hear someone talking to me, and barely register that my name is being called as I awake. In my shock I inhale quickly and hold my breath. If my eyes are playing tricks on me, he’s the most incredible figment of my imagination that I’ve ever seen. “Kakarot…” I whisper, and it’s all I can say as I begin to sit up, while my eyes continue to take in the vision before me and my minds tries to decide what to think. He looks older, wiser, even, and he’s smiling so gently at me.
“Hey,” he whispers.
I don’t reply. I just stare and eventually, I breathe.
“Sorry I took so long.”
At first, I don’t respond, but then I can’t help the small smirk that forms on my lips. Don’t fucking cry, Vegeta. I just look at him, all of him and I feel with emotions that cannot be described or deciphered. So, I focus on what I see. His hair, the same, if not even more disheveled than ever, and whatever the hell it is that he’s wearing, and his face, but it’s his eyes that mine are most drawn to.
He grabs a hold of my hand, and rubs it gently with his thumb, looking down at what he’s doing, before looking back up at me, and he speaks, and I listen.
G: “I’m here… to take you with me, if you still want me,” as I say it my heart flips in my chest. I watch closely as Vegeta’s lips part, but he still doesn’t reply, and I realize that I owe him a little bit more than my simple offer.
“Vegeta, I,” I swallow, not knowing what I’m about to say, “I…”
“Yes?” he asks briskly, his voice rough and deep, and beautiful to hear.
I readjust my kneeling position, uncomfortable with myself as I never have been before, the uncertainty in his answer is killing me, but urging me to speak all the same, “I know I took a long time to come back. Some of that time was only because I was afraid of what you might say when I did finally arrive, but I’m here, now, and I… I need to know, once and for all, if you still want this?”
He doesn’t respond, and I don’t give him much time to, as I find that I’m terrified into speaking again, “I want you. Now more than ever. and forever! and always! And I can say that with confidence now, and certainty. Even though I felt it then, I didn’t know for sure. I’ve missed you so much.” I blurt out that last part, realizing that I probably messed this up already.
“Kakarot,” he whispers and shakes his head. He takes a deep breath and pulls his hand out of mine.
V: I hesitate to speak, but knowing that I must, and after waiting for so long to have this conversation, I do so with more ease than I thought possible, but not without more thought. “It’s been a long time, you know. What if I’m not the same man you left behind all of those years ago? You were afraid that we might end up resenting on another. What if we leave together now, only to discover that we’ve grown apart?”
His eyebrows draw together as he considers my words, but he doesn’t respond so quickly as he had spoken before.
This is my last chance at a bluff, and I just can’t give in without a fight. So I lick my lips and I say to him, “And besides, what does leaving now prove? That you want this, but only in secrecy and confidence?” I shake my head again, believing my own speech, “If you want me so badly, then prove it. Say it in the light of day. Tell me again even after I turn you away tonight. And tell it to someone else. Then maybe it’ll be real.”
“Vegeta!” he says, no longer whispering.
“I’m going back to bed,” I add gruffly, laying back down, restless and uncertain of myself. “Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow.”
He lingers for a little while, probably trying to think of something to say, but he never does. I don’t hear him leave because he disappears altogether.
G: I went back to where I came from. My little home that I stole from Bulma’s reservoir before I left all those years ago, on this little planet that I’ve come to like almost as much as Earth. I can’t sleep. I can’t eat. I can hardly think. But I can feel, and I feel like a fool.
Why did I think it would be so simple as me just coming and getting him and bringing him back here?
Why did I think that we would kiss again like we did once upon a time, and make love like I’ve so longed to do?
Why didn’t I realize that my leaving him behind was just as shameful as if I had just taken him with me to begin with?
Man does he know how to make a point.
V: It’s midday and I’m honestly wondering if I didn’t make all of that up, after all.
By four in the afternoon I am convinced that’s the last that I will see of him. And it’s a good riddance, honestly. Now maybe we can both move on. Or at least, maybe I can try.
I wasn’t expecting Gohan to come by, but I can sense him heading this way. Maybe he felt his father here last night, and he’s wondering why I’m not gone? Or maybe he just wants some company.
I await his arrival with patience, before I realize that he’s not the only one on his way. Goten and Trunks are also heading this way. This is definitely going to be about Kakarot.
What will I say? Gohan won’t dare to bring up any of the more delicate details with the other two around, so at least that much I’ll be spared of, but what am I supposed to say in either case?
I try to stretch out my neck in an attempt at ridding myself of some of my discomfort, but the stress is compounding.
I don’t have much longer to wait before Gohan enters into the house and comes straight for me as I stand and stare out the balcony.
“Vegeta!” he says hurriedly, trying to speak before the two younger men arrive, “Was he really here? Or did I imagine it? And he left again… You… turned him away?”
I don’t answer, unable to articulate what I don’t truly understand. Why did I even do that? I could have left with him and avoided this awkward conversation. I don’t want Kakarot to parade about exclaiming his love for me in front of everyone! What the hell was I thinking?
I just wanted some type of confirmation… And I did want to say goodbye to our children. I’ve grown quite fond of them, even though we rarely speak.
“Vegeta?” Gohan asks again, and when I turn to him I can see his sadness. I can hear it. I can feel it.
I can feel mine, too.
Trunks and Goten arrive and rattle out their own question about Kakarot. I just listen without really giving their inquisitions any thought. They’re speaking more to Gohan and themselves than they are to me, anyways.
I turn my back to them as they continue their longwinded wonderings about why he only came so briefly and if, perhaps, he might come back today because it was nighttime, then, and maybe he wanted to say hello, after all, but he didn’t want to wake them.
They only half-heartedly believe their own wishes, but they reiterate them enthusiastically, turning to me for answers when their own fantasies finally run out of ideas.
I frown and say nothing, still.
I wasn’t expecting any of this, and I have nothing to say. And although they are earnest about the idea of him showing him, I have finally given up on it.
So, when he does, I don’t even attempt to hide the shock on my face as I turn around to face him, this time, in broad daylight.
The three sons cheer like children and can hardly contain themselves. I only watch.
G: I smile at Goten, Gohan, and Trunks, more excited to see them that I could ever express. They rejoice in seeing me and I fawn over all of them and shower them each with compliments for as long as they can stand it. It isn’t long before they begin asking me questions that I’m less interested in answering, and I turn more and more quiet the more they inquire.
Then I focus completely on him.
He looks as amazing as he does surprised, and I kind of like the fact that I could throw him so off guard. He’s certainly done that to me a time or two.
Our children notice that my focus is no longer on them, and they see for themselves that Vegeta is, likewise, completely enveloped in my presence.
I walk towards him, and once I’m close enough, I reach for his hand once more and lift it up and into my own.
The boys are quiet, and seemingly confused, and I finally have to opportunity to speak to Vegeta, awake and alert, and without the guise of solitude.
I smile down at him and do what I’ve so longed to do now for all of these years, I wrap my arm around his waist and use both my hand on his back, and my hand which is gripping his to pull him close and kiss him hungrily, much to the shock of our sons.
Vegeta responds, pulling me down and crushing our bodies together in fervency, and opening his mouth to mine, as I offer myself to him once and for all.
When we finally pull away, I smile down at him, and release my hold on his waist, but I don’t let go of his hand. The boys are still in shock, and so it’s the perfect time for me to say what I came here to say. “I thought about what you said last night, and you’re right, but only about part of what you told me,” I smile down at him, “You and I… we didn’t grow apart. If anything, we grew closer. I’m not buying your bluff, Vegeta, not this time.
“But you were right about this,” I gesture to the boys, “I don’t want to leave without having spent some time with our family, and I don’t want them to wonder what’s become of us after we’ve gone.” Vegeta smirks at me, then, and I can’t help but add, just for good measure, “We are going, right? I never intended on coming back just to leave here without you, again.”
He nods and chuckles and says, “Yes, yes we’re going. Whenever you’re ready.”
Trunks and Goten exclaim their shock loudly while Gohan stands back and smiles at us, teary-eyed.
V/G: We turn to them and try out best to listen to their excited and confused chatter with our hands still clasped, and we both know, without a doubt, that we’re happier than we’ve ever been in our entire lives.
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