Unbeaten Paths

A
Sequel To Saiyan Enlightenment (which was a sequel to The Meaning of Pride.)

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Songs to remember, Disclaimers to
ignore, and Things to be warned aga:

1. DBZ, DBGT (although it holds no bearing) and DB are
   someone else’s (who’s name I have heard before and seen spelled out before
   and still can’t hope to ever get right.)
   If they were mine, Vegeta would be in the show more, would never
   grow a mustache (WHY oh WHY?)cut cut his perfect hair and Gohan probably
   would have been squashed by a misplaced boulder shortly after his
   appearance on the show. ;)


2. Lets all sing along:
   This is the fic that never ends, some people started reading it,
   not knowing what it was, and they’ll keep reading it forever just because
   this is the fic that never ends, yes I keep writing it my friends, some
   people started reading it not knowing what it was, and they’ll keep
   reading it forever just because this is the fic that never ends…


3. Oh, the warnings…okay as usual: style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Sex.
   Saiyans (more sex! Violence! style="mso-spacerun: yes"> and Goku will get pissed and start saying ‘fuck’ a lot while beating the
   crap out either each other or other folk, then have sex.) Slash (gasp! style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Boys getting groiny with other
   boys?! Gk/V, naturally. style="mso-space yes yes"> Tr/Gt of course.) style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Radditz. (In some capacity.
   ;) )


4. Gohan might just have found a respite from behind the
   object of my great dislike.
   *gn>*glares at foolish child *
   But then again, he will probably show up during the fic. style="mso-spacerun: yes">


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style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “So…you…uh…leaving the earth to find more
Saiyans just for the hell of it yot you won’t necessarily bring any of them
back, and along the way you’re thinking that you are going to resurrect
Radditz?” His son was rocking back and
forth on his feet, arms at his sides, but he could tell that he wanted to cross
them over his chest. Poor kid, spending
too much time with Trunks probably.
“You’re not going to be telling Gohan about this plan are you?”

“No,”
he said, scratched the back of hea head, “Unless he shows up in the next ten
minutes.”

“Wait…style="mso-spacerun: yes"> You’re leaving in ten MINUTES?!”

“Yeah.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Right, so it was probably the worst plan he
had ever had to wait until ten minutes before take off to tell Goten, but in
his defense, Vegeta had said they could just go see see if anyone missed them
in their absence. Piccolo had told Goku
that it wasn’t a good plan. (Sheesh,
when had Piccolo turned into his mother?
It’s like if you tortured an asexual namek into shifting all
uncomfortable back and forth like he was getting something special in his
trousers but being asexual…couldn’t, that suddenly they thought they could
control you or something. Maybe Vegeta
rubbed off on him. Was evil contagious?)

“Ass,”
Goten said, then the arms did cross over his chest. “Are you planning on coming back?”

“Of
course. I figure we should be back
before the next thing comes and tries to destroy earth.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Or the next world tournament.”style="mso-spacerun: yesVegeta hadn’t said it outright because
mostly Vegeta never said anything outright, but he wanted to be back here on
earth to watch his daughter grow up.
This little jaunt through space was just like a vacation.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> A long vacation stuck in a tin-can like space
ship alone without other people to point fingers at them and call them names
and they wouldn’t have to kill anyone.
At least he hoped they wouldn’t have to kill anyone because that would
really suck.

“Are
you going to let Hercule win again?”

“Uh…”

“DAD!”

“Ah,
but Goten, I don’t want all those people following me around.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Bes, I’, I’ll probably get disqualified or
something again… Think of the last
tournament.”

“Isn’t
that the one where Vegeta killed all the spectators?”

“I
think so.” Yeah, the last tournament
was the one with Buu. And that thing
all went nuts. So, he wasn’t so sure
that he would be joining up for the next tournament, you know, on the off
chance that there was a Kai greater than Supreme (like boston crème or
something) that was going to show up, allow his son’s energy to be stoand and
then dragging them into a battle (was it really dragging, Goku?style="mso-spacerun: yes"> No.
I didn’t think so) them into a battle against a large ball of bubble
gum. Although that had been some very
good rice that Kurin had. The Lookout
had the best food ever.

“Stop
thinking about food Kakarot,” Vegeta said.

“Gee,
Vegeta, isn’t that obvious?” he scratched the back of his head again and
smiled. Looked down to see that his son
was actually missing now and Vegeta was standing awfully close to where he had
been.

“You’re
drooling,” was the drab reply.

“I
could be thinking about you,” he countered, let his hand drop down and gave
Vegeta a serious look, thinking for a second that he had actually
(accidentally) out thought the man.

Vegeta,
however, dropped his eyes down to his pants and then looked back up at his
face. “No you weren’t.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Then he went forward to the…thing…where they
were going to launch from. What was
that called? Of course, apparently when
Vegeta told Bulma that they were going on their space excursion she had
politely asked if they were still going to be babysitting Bra.

I
could have been, he thought. I could
have been thinking about you naked and covered in oil, strip dancing or
something. Hmm…naked.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Vegeta naked. A naked Vegeta was generally a good thing, except when Vegeta got
naked to distract him from something, then it wasn’t such a great thing.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Or when he tore Vegeta’s clothes why they
were fighting and his mind got so lost somewhere between ‘bed’ and ‘sex’ that
he forgot that he was fighting and inevitably ended up with a face full of some
kind of shrubbery as he was kicked across the face of the planet.style="mso-spacerun: yes">

Vegeta
stopped, turned around and smirked at him.
“Now,” he said, “You’re thinking about me.” Dropped his gaze down to Goku’s nether parts and looked just so
smug about himself.

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He
punched Trunks in the arm. “Did you
know about this?” Stood next to him and
looked at the spaceship that was going to take his father and Vegeta into outer
space. He couldn’t tell (mostly because
he didn’t care) but he really hoped that it was sturdy enough to withstand
their interpretation of the ‘space travel.’

“Nope.”

“Your
thoughts?”

“We
could move out to their house and just have sex for a week after we sanitize
the mattress.” There must be something
wrong with the royal bloodline.
Something that made them think only with a certain part of their brain
and the rest of the time they dt cat care too much about what happened.style="mso-spacerun: yes">

“We
could,” he said. Looked at Trunks then
shook his head. “He should go tell
Gohan before he goes. This is going to
stir up shit again.”

“Name
one thing that would unstir the shit that Gohan had stirred up,” was his
boyfriend’s response. A heavy sigh and
it was doubtless that he was wondering if this was a good idea.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Didn’t seem to be because the two best
fighters in the universe were climbing into that ship and leaving the planet
unattended to go find more of their kind.

“Your
dad getting hit by a large tru he he said.
Sighed as well.

“Or
your dad,” Trunks said, “I bet if Goku died, Gohan would feel better about it.”

“Comn bon boys,” Bulma said, “Get over here and help me with the last of this
stuff.” She was pushing a cart full of
capsules—presumably full of food and with two horny Saiyans, all that food
probably wouldn’t last that long. But
they dutifully went over there to help her.

Loaded
containers and containers full of supplies onto the ship while Vegeta and his
dad stood around and did nothing.
(We’re absorbing, Goten, his father said. The only thing the two of them looked to be absorbing was the
horny vibes that were flying between them.)
When that was done, Bulma toggled a few controls, fixed a few switches
and they all left the ship, turned and looked at Vegeta and his dad.

“Well,” ma sma said, “You’re ready to go.”
Didn’t sound like she was too sad about this turn of events, but if he
had been her, he would have been just a wee bit ticked off.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Then again, she was a strange woman, so he
figured she had the right to either be ticked off or not about the appeappearance of the two full-blooded Saiyans.

“Get
off our planet,” Trunks said with a grin.

“Bring
us back a monkey,” he said. Waved, they
moved up, to where the computers were set up and receiving data from within the
ship already.

“Uh…okay,”
was his dad’s reply. Then he waved,
Vegeta yanked him into the ship and the hatch closed up, sealing away his last
living parent and the two warriors that were to blame for Earth’s continued
good health.

Why
did he have a bad feeling in his gut?
Oh. Right.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Trunks put his arm on his shoulders and
hugged him, didn’t say anything, but they understood it.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Waved at the ship as Bulma and some
nameless, faceless folk finished with the launch and then in a deafening roar
of sound, light and heat the ship was gone. There was nothing left but scattered bits of paper and a scorch
mark on the floor.

“So…”
Trunks said.

“We
do have that mattress tnitinitize.” Not
that he was about to just lay around for a week and have sex or anything.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He was a teenage male sure, but he wanted to
be strong enough to stop any stupidity from endangering the planet.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> That was the goal of the intense
training. His father had done it all
his life, why shouldn’t him and Trunks?
Made sense.

“Two
days,” Trunks said, “Just sex for two days and then we’ll go back to training.”

He
shrugged. Seemed like a compromise to
him.

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Trunks: Yes!

Goten: *penciling in sex*

Vegeta: O.o? You have to pencil
in your sex?

Goku: *looks at his own
calender * We have to pencil in other
things like “find saiyans” “Eat” “sleep”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “Brush teeth” Gasp! Did Bulma give us
enough lube?

Vegeta: *smirk *style="mso-spacerun: yes"> The boys only *thought * those capsules were
full of food.

Truten: GROSS!

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Right, this ficcie drew the short straw and thus I don’t get to respond
to reviews. *sobs like baby *style="mso-spacerun: yes"> But I love you guys and I will make up all
the responses next chap. (Which should
come out a lot sooner than this one.)