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Unforgivable	By : thePrincesJewel Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7485 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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*peeks around* Um, yeah. I gave Vegeta the slip. He�s really mad at me. Oh, so are you. Both Trunks and Vegeta beating on Kuroichi� yeah. The answer to that is coming up. I�ve got part of it written (hey, don�t give me that look, I had part of this chapter written before my last post), but it isn�t ready to be all done yet. I hate it when that happens� it�s currently listed as chapter 300...

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Kuroichi settled a tea tray in front of Vegeta, and placed a huge platter of cookies between the two sitting at the table. He bowed, and quietly walked out of the room.

�I thought he was happy here.� Goten said after Kuroichi left. �He looks� gone.�

Vegeta picked up a cookie. �He�s gotten worse since the funeral, although he went back to being a marionette after that blasted thing� that fundraiser.�

�Fundraiser? Didn�t you take him with you?�

�No, of course not. Why would I have?� He caught a look at Goten�s face. �What? You think he was disappointed not to go?�

�It�s possible. Dad loved parties. He went to every fundraiser Bulma had� until he left.�

�Kuroichi isn�t your father.�

Goten took a large swallow of the tea, grabbed a few cookies. �I know.� He took a bite from one of the cookies and made a face. �Yuck, who made these?�

Vegeta took a tentative bite of his own cookie, groaned. �Bra. She tries, but she just cannot cook.�

�And they look so good,� Goten sighed.

�Eat them.� Vegeta took another bite of his cookies, making a horrid face. �You won�t hear the end of it if you don�t.�

�Can�t you feed them to� Kuroichi?� Goten asked plaintively. �I don�t want any!�

�He won�t touch them, either. It�s the one thing he won�t do for me.� Vegeta regarded the next cookie with disfavor, and made it disappear. �I think she replaces the sugar with baking soda.�

�You ought to have Kuroichi teach her how to do it. He makes awesome cookies, even better than Mom�s. Just don�t tell her I said so,� Goten warned. �You�ll have her living here too, in constant competition with him.�

�Why haven�t you moved in?�

�Hm? Why?�

�You�re my son�s lover, aren�t you? Why not live with him?� Vegeta smirked, shoving a cookie into Goten�s gaping mouth. �Eat that.�

Taken by surprise, Goten did. �Oh, man that�s nasty! Why don�t you just flush these down the toilet or something?�

�Because Bra will come in later and ask how they were, and if they were better than last time, and I have to be able to tell her. Besides,� Vegeta sighed, �the last time I tried that, I had to call a plumber.� He frowned. �I thought Trunks was coming with you?�

�Oh, he�s coming. You told him he had to, remember? But if he knows Bra made the cookies, I bet he waits until he�s sure they�re gone.�

�KUROICHI!�

The connecting door popped open. �Master?�

�Go find Trunks. Tell him Goten and his father are waiting. And tell him if he�s not here in two minutes, any cookies left he has to eat. And could you get us some more milk, while you�re at it?�

�Of course, Master.� He slipped out the door.

�No questions asked.� Goten looked at the closed door sadly.

�He�s a marionette again.�

�You say jump, he says how high?�

�No. No questions. He jumps.� Vegeta sighed, laying the cookie he was forcing down aside. �He doesn�t question. He obeys. Immediately. The only time he asks me anything is to see if there is anything else I need, or what color of something I want. He�s got no opinions. No will of his own. That music? That�s been on, constantly, at that exact volume, since the night of the fund-raiser. He hasn�t shut it off or changed the CD. I�m tired of hearing it, I don�t know how he can�t be.�

�Tell him to change it,� Goten suggested. �Hey, if he has no will of his own, make him eat the cookies. You�ll know something�s really wrong with him if he doesn�t protest.�

The feeling�s evolved I won�t let it out I can�t replace your screaming face feeling the sickness inside why won�t you die your blood in mine We�ll be fine then your body will be mine� �Personally, I could do without hearing that particular song again,� Vegeta complained. �I keep thinking, when I found him, I asked him if he�d forgotten that I�d take him if I wanted him. And now, he�s mine.�

�If you�� Goten�s eyes widened. �YOU! You�re the one?�

Vegeta was saved from answering by the arrival of his extremely irritated son, followed by Kuroichi with two pitchers of milk. Trunks slammed down into a seat, eyeing the cookies with even more disgust than he usually aimed at Kuroichi. That one settled the milk on the table and started for his door.

�Oh no you don�t. Get back here,� Vegeta ordered. �Trunks, you made it. So, Kuroichi, you eat the cookies. Sit there.� He indicated the last chair at the small table. �I was just asking Goten why he didn�t live with you, Trunks.�

�What? Why would he?�

�Oh,� Vegeta smirked, ignoring Goten�s wild gestures to quiet him, �because he�s your lover.�

�Oh gods,� Goten murmured, trying to sink beneath the table as Trunks stared at him, incredulous.

�You told him?�

�He found out from my dad�� Goten whispered.

�You told your�.� His attention shifted. �How long have you known?� Trunks snarled at his father.

�Since�� Vegeta looked up at the ceiling. �Awhile. What difference does it make? The boy can live with you if he wants, and you want him.�

Goten grabbed cookies, stuffing his face, obviously wishing he were anywhere else. The resulting choking fit had Trunks smothering him with attention. Vegeta�s own attention was on Kuroichi, silently eating one cookie after another. �That�s enough, Kuro. Go change the music, will you? Gokuraku. I liked that one.�

Kuroichi went without protest, the music soon changing to the song that had once been Goku�s favorite. Vegeta�s jaw clenched, but he went on teasing Trunks about his long-term affair. He would have time enough later to find out what was wrong with Kuroichi.

Kuroichi waited in the uncomfortable white chair near the connecting door. He�d left it open only about an inch, just enough to be able to hear his master call. Long lashes veiled his eyes as he listened to the not-quite-friendly banter from the next room, the melody of Gokuraku floating through the air around him.

Master called me Kuro again. He isn�t so angry anymore. He seems disappointed. I�ve done everything I should. I�ve done it right. Why is he disappointed with me? I know he is� but I don�t understand why. He hummed, quietly, along with the song, leaning his head against the back of the edge of the chair. He fell again into the half-doze that passed for sleep, his features relaxing, the tenseness he didn�t realize he had easing away.

The doze didn�t last long, the nightmares that came whenever he drifted into anything resembling sleep ensured that. He sat up, panting a bit, looking to see that no one was there, no needles, no fists. Kuroichi leaned forward, catching his hair and pulling, willing the memories back into the little corner of his mind where they were supposed to stay.

I don�t think this is what Zweb had in mind when she told Goku he needed to go home. She expected him to rejoin his family. Neither of them expected his family� his friends� to disown him. Except� A tiny niggling tendril of thought inserted it. Except Goten. He didn�t disown his father� he wasn�t even in the room when Goku told them about his daughter. And he wasn�t home when Goku went looking for a place to stay.

An eensey, tinesy seed of hope took root.

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Yes, Gokuraku is the actual name of a real song. It�s on my Mahjongg game. I cracked up the first time I saw the title� although honestly I have no idea what it means.
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