Unbeaten Paths | By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4882 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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The teenagers were sitting facing one another, having an eating contest. Unsurprisingly, Kakarot and Radditz were doing the same thing. Eventually one of the four of them was going to choke to death. It was a hard one to call. Gohan's non-existent gag-reflex had to come from his father's side because Vegeta couldn't remember Radditz ever really having a very strong reflex, and if Kakarot had one he was oblivious to it.
"Weren't you guys supposed to find more Saiyans when you were in space?" Gohan asked. He was standing next to Vegeta, eating with a great deal of decorum. (Of course, his shirt was ripped to shreds, he was covered in dirt and his fingers were bloody. But he was eating properly and that was the more important thing.)
"That was the plan," he said. Part of the plan. It was part of an excuse to get Radditz and he had intended to follow through with searching around the other planets but too many things had happened at once and that part of the plan was abandoned.
"Do you really think there are any more?" Gohan asked.
Vegeta looked at him for a moment, then turned to look at the spit that he had built for the giant hog that Kakarot brought home to roast. It was a possibily, but the more he thought about it, the slimmer that possiblity became. It was strange enough that Kakarot was alive still and that was a fluke. Frieza had sent out his armies to hunt down the missing Saiyan kids and adults that weren't killed when he blew up Vegeta-sei. If there were any more of their kind they were probably descendents. Half-breeds. "Maybe."
"Ok, draw," Goten said. He flopped back onto his back and Trunks nodded his agreement and did the same. They lay in the grass with thier hands on their stomachs and made little grunting noises. But they were the morons that ate that fast.
"Wimps," Radditz said. He climbed to his feet and Kakarot did the same. The pile of meat that had been between the two of them was completely gone and the bones were sucked clean and dropped in a pile next to them. The contest might have gone on but there was no more food for them to fight over.
"What are you guys talking about?" Kakarot asked. He moved to stand next to Vegeta. He had lost his shirt somewhere before lunch and he was covered in dirt like his son. But his hands hadn't been bashed with rocks so his fingers weren't bloody.
"The other saiyans we didn't look for," Vegeta said.
"What other Saiyans?" Radditz stood next to Gohan, picked food off his plate and ate it, grinned at Gohan when the kid frowned at him. "I thought they were all dead."
"Well, they are," Kakarot said, "Except for all the people you guys had sex with might have had kids."
Radditz just blinked at his brother like he as an idiot. "You don't have the time to look for all the people the three of us fucked."
Gohan punched Radditz in the gut. "CHILDREN are present," he snapped.
"So?" Radditz replied, knocked the plate out of Gohan's hand and tackled him to the ground. (This behavior being the very reason Vegeta sent Radditz off to a planet alone, realizing there was a chance Radditz would die. He could put up with only so much of thsi childishness.) Gohan's breath was knocked out of him when he hit the ground and Radditz curled one of his hands around the kid's neck, pinned one of his legs down with his knee and smirked at him.
Pan wandered over to where they were and cocked her head to one side, looked at her father under Radditz and then turned around and looked at Vegeta. "What doing?" she asked, pointed at the two of them.
Vegeta smirked. Which was why Kakarot got in front of him and picked the little girl up. "They're just playing Pan." And he wisely stepped away from the 'playing' pair.
Gohan managed to get his other leg up, it was bent at his side for a moment and he brought his hands up, pushed at Radditz' shoulders enough that he could get his foot on the big chest and he pushed hard. Radditz let him go, grabbed his arms and they rolled over so Gohan was on top. He sat on Radditz waist and pinned his arms down.
"Is that really appropriate?" Trunks asked from where he was laying.
"Kids got to learn sometime." Radditz sat up, leaning back with one hand in the dirt the other loosely around Gohan's waist. He looked up at the little girl who was leaning against Kakarot's shoulder and sucking on her thumb.
"Mommy say your pur-furts," Pan said quietly. Then looked at her father and said: "What's a purfurt?"
"Pervert, Pan," he corrected, then got up out of Radditz lap and dusted himself off. "And don't worry about it. Mommy's just mad."
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"The kid and I can go find these bastard saiyans," Radditz said. He was sitting in the chair that Bulma had been sitting in before. The afternoon was gone, the boys (his brother and Trunks) were gone and Pan was back with her mother.
Vegeta gave Radditz a deadpan glare. "Right, because last time I sent you to find a saiyan it worked out so well."
Radditz just smiled. "Of course it did. Kakarot joined you--repeatedly and sometimes in my presence--and the kid here is still mine. Everything happened exactly as I planned."
"A plan that takes thirty years to come to fruition is not a good plan."
"You're just jealous. You always were." Then Radditz reached up and grabbed him by his pants and Gohan tried to catch himself before he fell back, failed and landed directly on the large lap, sprawled and frowned. "It'd be good for him."
"He can talk for himself," Goku said.
"What about Pan?" Gohan asked. Surprising how that was the first thing that came to mind. It made him smile at himself, mentally, to realize that he hadn't thought of his daughter first in a long time. Hell--this could be a certified first for him as a parent.
"Kakarot can take over teaching her while were looking."
True. His father was qualified to train people. He had done that plenty in the course of his life. It would provide the child a way to get away from her mother once a day and get more acquainted with her alien side. But--she was his daughter. He should be the one training her.
"Vegeta can't go. His baby is littler than yours. You can talk to Pan through the vid-phones." Radditz voice took on that low quality it always did when he was being manipulative, his hand was very warm agianst Gohan's lower back, pressed over the scar there. "It'll only be a few months. By the time you get back, Pan will know the basics and you can start teaching her the more interesting things."
True...
"You don't even know how to use our spaceships," Goku said, not in a whiny sort of way but as a matter of pointing out the opposite. (Plus, Gohan figured, Goku probably didn't want Radditz to get his way just as a matter of principle.)
"Gohan does," Radditz said.
He nodded. He had been there when Bulma was designing the system after all. So he knew how to work it. That wasn't the problem. Besides Pan, the problem was that he was going to be travelling around with Radditz all this time. Not necessarily a bad thing other than the annoying way the man could confuse him with a simple gesture--frustrate him with the smirk and that word 'wench' and then make him all weak in the knees and wanting with the right sort of touch. He could leave this planet as he was now and by the time he got back be a completely different person.
"Hn," Vegeta said, "They should go."
"Vegeta!" his dad yelled, "You're not supposed to agree with Radditz! You're supposed to agree with ME. I'm your mate."
"I think Radditz is a moron," Vegeta said, "Like you. But it would be good for the kid."
With the exception of the fact that he was being referred to as 'the kid' he thought Vegeta was right. It probably would be good for him. It wasn't like he could get any worse than he had been. There was really only room for improvement. (Unless Radditz decided to teach him how to purge planets or something.) "Okay," he said.
"Not you too." Goku looked at him and then sighed, scratched the back of his head. "Oh--fine. It can't hurt anything."
These words spoken in the presence of three full-blooded Saiyans were not reassuring. Silence followed that statement as they all thought back on their various pasts. Vegeta's planet purging days, his dad blowing up Namek, Radditz--whatever Radditz thought. When the moment passed, Radditz stood up, kept his arm around Gohan so he was lifted up too.
"Good," he said, "When can we leave?"
"Wednesday," Vegeta said. “We can get the ship ready by then.”
It was Friday. Wednesday was…four days away. Was he ready to go in four days? Probably not, but then the question should have been: Would he ever be ready to go? Probably not. So he figured four days was okay. He could explain to Pan where he was going in four days. (He could tell Videl, but getting her understand would probably take much longer than four days.)
"We should go home," he said, pushed the arm from around his waist and dropped down to the ground. He was more than capable of standing on his own feet. "Its dark."
"In space, its always dark," his dad informed him. "And you throw up a lot the first three days. So don't anything you don't want to taste again." With this pearl of wisdom, his father gave him a smile and went into his house, Vegeta shook his head and followed after.
"Lets go," he said to Radditz and they lifted up into the air to head home.
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Radditz: I always get my way
Gohan: Of course, because your so sexy
Radditz: *worried*
Chapter 23 is the last chapter. (Thats the next chappie) Hope You guys liked this!~
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