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Atavism	By : ctsama Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 9192 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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To say that a guilt-ridden Goku Transmitting into the middle of a party with an unconscious Vegeta in his arms was a shock to all those in attendance was putting it mildly. It was a shock to Goku as well; though Whis’ insights meant neither he nor Vegeta were limited to familiar ki for Instant Transmission, Goku had missed his target of their upstairs bedroom because his panic had thrown him off.

Trunks and Goten - along for the ride - went tearing off to the kitchen without a word while Goku fretted over Vegeta, refusing to let him go or let anyone near him. He hadn’t realized how drained Vegeta really was. “Back up, I need to get him up to bed.”

Bulma blocked his path, more than a little worried at seeing Vegeta so pale and weak. He didn’t go down easy, making this dead faint unnerving. “You both have done nothing but sleep for days, there’s something more to this!”

“No,” Goku said, getting more than a little territorial over Vegeta and trying to remember that Bulma meant well. “He’ll be fine, trust me.”

Bulma snorted, reaching out to feel Vegeta’s forehead. “Sure thing, just as soon as you show me your medical licence. Hospital, Goku. Now.”

“Not happening!” Goku yelled back, pulling Vegeta away from her hand and beginning to get a more than a little miffed at being questioned over his mate’s well-being. Especially by the only other person he’d ever chosen to be physically intimate with. “I don’t need your help taking care of him!”

Not to be outdone in her own house Bulma’s hand hit her hip and her immaculately sculpted brows drew down into a fierce frown. Though everyone else was more than willing at this point to let Goku have his way Bulma was immune as ever to Saiyan irritation and she kept pushing back. “Well that remains to be seen! If there was nothing wrong he’d be on his own two feet right now!”

“There isn’t anything wrong with him!”

“How do you know that?!”

“I… I just know, okay?!”

“Not an answer Goku!”

“He’s exhausted because he’s pregnant again, Bulma!”

For a long few seconds the sound of Trunks and Goten’s giggling and the continued light slurping of Whis’ tea were the only sounds to be heard.

Goku groaned, looking skyward and considering Transmitting to the Arctic Circle for a few weeks. “This is not how I wanted this to go…”

“That… makes sense,” Bulma muttered, remembering her first trimester with Trunks. She would frequently sit down for just a minute only to wake up hours later to the blessed smell of her mother’s cooking. Vegeta was pregnant, no doubt about it.

She sighed, brushed her hands on her dress and turned to leave. A stunned Goku asked her where she was going, and she replied without turning. “I’m going to go finish working on that house. Maybe if I have something to offer Vegeta he won’t kill me for my big, fat mouth. You’re on your own though, good luck!”

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The chatter started almost immediately and Goku flinched at the bombardment of questions. Though the almost total silence from Vegeta’s mind still worried him he was more than grateful his mate wasn’t awake right now; at least he could keep his promise of protecting him from the fallout of the news.

Of course Yamcha needed an answer to the most important question on his mind. “Wait, so… Vegeta’s like… a chick?”

“No!”

“Who cares?” Master Roshi cackled. “All I want to know is if Old Kai’s got the conception recorded!”

“Didn’t you hear what Goku said? Vegeta’s still a dude!”

“You think that bothers me? Nobody’s that straight, my boy!”

Before Goku could run screaming into the afternoon Piccolo decided to make a timely entrance with the girls and he could only assume he and Dende had been watching from the Lookout. Their appearance put an end to the ‘this must be a joke’ angle that some had chosen. They were striking; Vegeta’s paternity couldn’t be questioned by any who saw them.

There was enough of Gohan in their looks to point to Goku as the other parent and Goku simply didn’t bother to correct the murmured assumption. It was a pleasant fiction; he and the girls were fond of each other, though truly they only had eyes for ‘Daddy and Papa Piccolo.’

They rarely spoke aloud, and without a word - grinning all the while - the pair of matching two-year-olds bounced easily through the shocked crowd to their father’s side. After giving Goku a brief but warm hug, they touched Vegeta shoulder and thigh and flew him right out of Goku’s arms and upstairs, followed by the - also grinning - boys and their many plates of food.

Goku watched them go and breathed a sigh of relief that Vegeta was being taken care of. “Boy am I glad to see you. Did Dende tell you to come?”

“No. They did. They just told me that Daddy needed them and we had to leave right away, so here we are. What the hell did you do?”

“Same thing I always do,” Goku answered sheepishly. “I went and got myself in over my head. Thanks Piccolo. I’m glad you’re a pushover.”

“Yeah. Good luck with all this,” Piccolo smiled, leaving Goku to it. He quietly excused himself a few moments later after a quick exchange with Whis. Between him and the children they were able to rouse Vegeta and get him eating. Goku breathed a sigh of relief at that, turning his attention to answering the rapid-fire questions he was getting from his friends and family.

Yes, he and Vegeta were - to make things simple - married, it wasn’t just a rumor. Yes, Vegeta was male, but a different kind because the Saiyan race had the potential for three sexes, not two. Yes, he and Vegeta had other children together. And finally, yes, Bulma and Chi-Chi both knew the whole story and were both supportive.

Well, Chi-Chi slightly less so, but only slightly, and those gathered didn’t need to know that.

As expected curiosity about the two of them was the overriding emotion of those present. For some reason Goku had expected the news and ramifications of Beerus’ defeat to be the story of the moment, but that was far from the case. To the knowledge that they’d killed Beerus to become the new Gods of Destruction Krillin had summed up the general feeling.

“Well, duh.”

With all the general questions answered, things started to get personal.

18 wanted to know when and how their relationship even started. Yamcha wanted to know if Vegeta had somehow tricked him into it. Tenshinhan wanted to know what they were going to do with so much power.

And Roshi still wanted video, or it didn’t happen, he said.

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As Vegeta slowly but steadily worked his way through plate after plate of food he started to get some energy back. In light of what they’d learned today Trunks and Goten both watched Vegeta interact with his two youngest children through new eyes.

The girls sat to one side of him, their tails curled lightly around his and for the first time Trunks wished he had one as well. They watched Vegeta like hawks and wordlessly demanded he keep eating until he was - successfully - able to reassure them that he was on the mend. Trunks and Goten gaped to see them ordering Prince ‘Fuck Off!’ Vegeta around. He didn’t even seem upset, just amused, even grateful. Not knowing any better, he just assumed they got away with it because they were girls and younger.

Life was so unfair.

After a quick snuggle…

The were snuggling. With Vegeta. Mr. Grumpy. Prince Prickly. Trunks’ head hurt and Goten openly gaped at what he was seeing. What was the world coming to?

...they teased the boys into a game of hide-and-seek.

Vegeta sighed as they flew laughing out the balcony doors, relaxing against the pillows. His children playing together, all with different genetics, one not even of his own body but all Saiyan, all family. It was more than he’d dared to hope for.

He still felt exhausted. Piccolo was just gazing at him intently from a chair against the wall. “I just overdid it; it’s happened before. The first and last month are always the worst as far as energy goes. The children are fine.”

“That’s nice. But I trust your body will keep them safe. It shouldn’t have to be at your expense.”

“You gave me the only help I had in three pregnancies, I think I’ll be fine.” A deep breath and - to Piccolo’s alarm - Vegeta pushed himself out of bed. He grasped the wall for a moment as the world righted itself. He had some energy back, enough for what he felt he needed to do.

“What are you doing? You should be in bed for a couple of days at least-”

“I was carried here, Piccolo. I cannot allow myself to be seen that way, as a liability or a weakness. It’s not…” he trailed off, not able to finish.

“It’s not safe,” Piccolo finished for him quietly.

“Not for the children, not for Kakarot.”

‘And it’s never been safe for you,’ Piccolo thought. “So you’re going to keep up this farce until the children are born, pushing yourself too far so no one sees how exhausted you are? Goku’s going to see through it.”

“No, he’s not. He’s controlling all the real power between us without my help. He’s doing an amazing job of it but it isn’t easy for him; it takes constant concentration and I don’t see that changing anytime soon. It’s only a few months, Piccolo. Then things will be back to normal. I appreciate your concern, but it’s unnecessary; this is nothing. Now. I can feel Kakarot getting annoyed; the Q and A is getting too invasive for his liking. I get to go rescue him by being an asshole and yelling a lot. Come on or you’ll miss the fun,” he said, smacking Piccolo lightly in the arm as he passed on the way to the door.

Piccolo reached out and grasped that same arm lightly to halt his progress. “Vegeta. You have to know that ‘not devastatingly terrible’ doesn’t equal ‘good.’”

“...And?”

“You push for the betterment of those around you, even me. But when you’re not fighting you never think this way for yourself. Time and time again I watch you settle for ‘good enough’ and ‘tolerable.’ Why? Why not try for something better for yourself?”

A wry smile crossed Vegeta’s lips before he slid from Piccolo’s grasp and continued on his way. “Any answer I gave you would only sound pathetic and I’m sick of being embarrassed today.”

Piccolo huffed in frustration. “You are infuriating, you know that?”

“It’s my special attack,” Vegeta shot back. “Now come on. I’ll bet you an hour of babysitting I can bait that fool beta male into attacking me so I can flick him through a wall.”

Despite his concerns, it wasn’t a bet Piccolo could pass on so he gave up for the moment. “I’ll take that bet. You know, even if it’s not serious between them I’ll never understand what Bulma sees in Yamcha.”

“I can answer that one. His main personality trait and his physical attributes both have something in common.”

Piccolo looked at him in confusion for a moment before he remembered some helpful slang. “Ah,” he said laughing. “Big dick. Funny.”

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Another week and Bulma had the new house finished. Though Vegeta had to admit it had been nice being back at his first real home on this planet, he was eager to get back to the peaceful countryside where it would be easier to duck pointlessly curious guests.

Bulma had outdone herself. After hearing how much time he tended to spend in the gravity room, she made this one twice the size. Vegeta fiddled with the controls, locking down the room and turning up the gravity. He found himself spending more time here than he had before, not that the rest of the house had suffered a lack of her attention.

She even upgraded the guest bedrooms into beautiful suites - so she had her choice of rooms when she came to stay, or so she said. But they came in handy for other reasons. Whis stayed with them most of the time so he especially appreciated her handiwork.

Things were changing, and changing fast. Goku and Vegeta had much to learn and their education in universe management wouldn’t wait. There were also problems that required immediate attention. It had been Vegeta’s suggestion that he stay on Earth while Whis and Goku did any necessary traveling. He could just as easily observe through Goku’s senses and interact through him as well.

With no god ki he could be killed far more easily than his mate, and three lives now depended on his own. He was a liability and he knew it.

He also fucking hated it. The only thing that kept him from throwing a temper tantrum for the ages was knowing it would be less than half a year, and knowing the children growing inside him would be worth any sacrifices he had to make. He absently placed his hand over the two flares of energy within him. ‘They’re all worth it.’

A tickle pulled at his awareness and he smiled to himself. Strangely enough when Whis and Goku were gone someone always showed up, whether it was Piccolo and the girls, Bulma, any of the other children. It was a conspiracy, Vegeta knew it.

But he found that he didn’t mind it one bit.

He blamed it on his ‘stupid fucking hormones’ when Goku teased him about it.

With the younger children, all it took was a quick mental inquiry and Goku or Piccolo would go pick them up and bring them in a blink. Even extended family weren’t exempt; the boys tended to bring their adopted brothers along every time they came. Their parents were thrilled; date night was back on with a vengeance.

Despite the pleasant distractions Vegeta’s uneasiness had only increased as the days and weeks passed. The weakness in his body bothered him far more this time around than it had the first two times. The desire to find the rest of his people, to find out what they were like and - most importantly - see if they could be worthy partners to his children was overwhelming. Every day the itch to get started grew.

And he felt Goku’s absence intensely. There were times, like now when he wanted to reach out but couldn’t bring himself to do it. But if Goku knew how difficult things were for him, and how much he missed Goku being around he’d feel obligated to stay at home with him. And Goku had enough on his plate, making up for his inability to be useful. ‘No,’ he told himself. ‘It’s better this way.’

Vegeta sighed, raising his ki. The pressure of the increased gravity became easier to bear as power flooded his limbs but he knew it couldn’t last. Nevertheless he kept pushing until he broke through the barrier of his Super Saiyan form. He flexed muscles that had already lost some of their mass, breathing easier and feeling a strength he sometimes took for granted.

Sudden tapping drew him out of his thoughts and he couldn’t help smiling in amusement to see two eager faces pressed to the glass, peering in at him with big grins on their faces. He adjusted the controls, equalizing the pressure so Húlu and her brother Shēng could enter.

He got his customary hug-tackle, and also the customary insult he received from Húlu when greeting them alone. “Aww, just you today? Where’s Daddy? Ow!” she exclaimed after Shēng smacked her.

“You’re so annoying! Be nice to Papa!”

Vegeta somehow managed to keep a mostly straight face. “I killed your Daddy so you’d stop asking after him.”

Húlu giggled. “When are you gonna stop saying that?”

“The day you pretend to be happy to see me, brat. Your mother tells me she showed you two something new. Get off me and let’s see it.”

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“Whis? Aren’t you coming?”

“Not tonight, Goku. I have things a few things to run past Dende.”

“Okay, but don’t stay gone too long or Vegeta will get grumpy!”

Whis chuckled and was on his way. The smile slowly slid from his lips as Goku opened the door to their house and went inside, tired and more than ready to curl around Vegeta’s warm body and sleep for a whole day. He shook his head once more, glad that a weeks-long task had finally seen some resolution.

Planet-sized, limitless Super Dragon Balls.

It was difficult to believe that such things existed, and that a creature as lazy as Champa both knew about them and had put in the effort to find them. By the time Whis discovered what he and Vados had been up to only one remained undiscovered. Today they’d finally found it. And with the gods of both Creation and Destruction finally working together the ball was now safely shrouded in Universe Seven. Not even Vados would be able to ferret out its new home universe, let alone its location within it.

Now they all had some breathing room, time enough for Vegeta to safely give birth without worrying about Champa showing up to try and kill them.

He was sorry he’d missed Húlu and her brother earlier, but he was glad they’d come today. Even though they were always joined it made Goku feel better when Vegeta wasn’t at home alone. He knew Vegeta was unsettled, could feel it deep inside him but whether it was matters of intergalactic import or simply the ability to clap someone on the back without launching them into orbit, things kept pulling his focus away from Vegeta before he could figure out what was wrong.

Goku had done his best to make sure that visitors never stayed too long so they didn’t tire his pregnant mate out, and in their hunt for information and the Super Dragon Balls Goku he made sure he was open to anything Vegeta might need - not that he ever asked for anything. But that ‘something wrong’ wasn’t going away, it was just getting more worrisome. Goku knew all he needed was time with Vegeta and his new children, but Vegeta’s limited ki meant Goku was the one to go with Whis on this less than merry chase.

And before Goku knew it a month had passed in this way.

He wasn’t there for Vegeta the way he wanted to be, the way he had dreamt of being. And he hated it.

But now that there was finally a lull in activity he wouldn’t waste the chance. He moved through the house, ready to collapse but Vegeta wasn’t in bed, he was in the gravity room, asleep. Goku sighed, it happened from time to time, especially when he’d been training the children as he knew Vegeta had done earlier. He peered through one of the round windows and sure enough Vegeta was slumped against a wall, fast asleep.

As much as he hated leaving Vegeta like that, Goku knew from experience that going in would only wake him and he had a difficult time getting back to sleep sometimes. Unwilling to be too far away Goku sat with his back against the same wall and dropped off in almost record time.

He woke a few hours later, tucked comfortably into bed. He sighed happily, reaching over for Vegeta but felt nothing. Frowning, he came completely awake. ‘He brought me up here but didn’t stay?’

He went downstairs and found sandwich components laid out on the kitchen counter, but no evidence that they’d ever approached their ultimate sandwich state. “Vegeta?” Goku called quietly. He came around the counter and found his mate asleep once more with his head resting on his knees.

This time he had to wake him. “Vegeta,” he said, gently shaking his shoulder.

“Mmm? Kakarot? What are you doing down here? It’s late.”

“I missed you. Vegeta… what are you doing down here?”

“I needed a snack. But I got tired again before I could finish,” he said, rubbing his eyes and yawning. “Go back to bed. I’ll be there in a little while.”

Goku was shocked. “Why didn’t you tell me instead of taking me to bed?”

Vegeta answered as though barely even registering the question. “You weren’t hungry. I was.”

“Vegeta… how many times have you brought me something to eat when you didn’t need it?”

“That’s different,” Vegeta huffed dismissively. “This is just my body being annoying. It’s normal,” he shrugged. “I have dealt with it before. In fact I have more energy with this pregnancy than the previous three. I have been able to do far more this time around.”

“Taking me up to bed tired you out again, didn’t it?” Goku accused, his chest feeling tight from pure frustration. “Show me the first three. All of it,” he demanded, finally beginning to put some things together. He knew this wasn’t going to be easy on Vegeta so Goku waited for him to steady himself before following the trail of memories. Even now as he entered Vegeta’s thoughts more deeply he could feel how difficult even this conversation truly was. He just needed food and sleep so badly.

It was… terrible how alone Vegeta had been in the past, though Vegeta had seen the difficulties as challenges to overcome. Just the walk downstairs to the gravity room, or the few steps from the couch to the kitchen had seemed like miles. He’d learned to keep snacks upstairs next to the bed just to give him enough energy to get to the kitchen to make breakfast most mornings.

And those were just examples from the first two pregnancies.

He felt Vegeta shudder when he looked into the third. His already weakened body had been so badly damaged from the fight with Gohan and the repeated, punishing rapes that he hadn’t healed quickly or even fully. Goku didn’t know how he’d found the strength to move at all. Even before Gohan’s mental assaults had begun Vegeta hadn’t been able to eat or sleep even half as much as his body needed. Every movement had been a struggle, every second of every day had been a Sisyphean feat as he knew there would be no victory.

Vegeta had known he was dying, he couldn’t help but feel it. He’d simply wanted to get the girls delivered before it happened.

For the umpteenth time Goku swallowed down his rage at what his son had done to Vegeta, wondering if it would ever get any easier. He withdrew from the contact gently, not wanting to disturb Vegeta any further. ‘He can’t keep going like this. We can’t keep going like this.’

He sat there for a moment, looking into nothing. Vegeta’s hand on his shoulder startled him. “Come on, Kakarot. Now that you’ve seen that this is much easier than it has been you can stop worrying. Let’s just go to bed.”

“No! It’s not easier at all, not like it should be! This isn’t… this isn’t right, you need to-”

He stopped short and Vegeta frowned at him. “I need to what? Kakarot?”

Goku stared into his confused mate’s eyes. He finally had it figured out. Vegeta was never going to ask for his help, would never even think about doing so because that would be admitting weakness. And more than anything Vegeta had always wanted Goku to see him as strong. Since their mating that desire had only increased.

Goku knew he had to get Vegeta to let go. Persuading Vegeta to change his set views wouldn’t be easy. Goku was no stranger to changing people’s minds. It didn’t matter how long he had to talk to someone to get the job done, he rarely failed.

But Vegeta wasn’t human. Words meant so little to him… Discussion wouldn’t do it, words rarely changed his stubborn mate’s mind.

He had to trust his instincts, try another way.

Vegeta watched in confusion as Goku shoved himself up off the floor, moving around the kitchen at a rapid pace, assembling not only the sandwich Vegeta had failed to make but a few other odds and ends as well, things Goku knew he liked.

“Kakarot? This isn’t necessary-”

Goku fairly growled at him and Vegeta knew from the focused shift in his thoughts that something major was going on so he held his tongue, too tired to fight for answers. After he was satisfied with the prepared snack Goku laid everything out within reach, saying simply, “Eat.”

He was gone after that, moving around in the house but Vegeta couldn’t see what he was doing from his place on the floor behind the counter, so he just kept eating. He sighed about halfway through, starting to feel a little better. Though he didn’t like how Goku had just done that for him, he had to admit it was nicer than struggling through doing it himself.

He could feel Goku Transmitting a few times and wondered intensely what the hell he was up to, but he just kept eating, too hungry to let curiosity kill the cat. His ears pricked when he heard Goku on the phone, asking for time for…something. It sounded like he was making sure they wouldn’t have company. But what the hell for?

As he finished the last of his potato chips Goku reappeared, kneeling down and pushing a bottle of water into his hand. “Drink.”

Vegeta grumbled but complied while Goku cleaned up the snack wreckage in record time. He finished the last swig in the bottle and almost jumped to see Goku right next to him again. “What the hell are you up to Kakarot!?”

Relax.

It was barely an order but Vegeta was so tired it seemed like it was at full force. He felt Goku invading his thoughts, sinking deeply into him on a physical level as well. //Kakarot, what- What are you doing? Are you… fusing us?// he asked in confusion.

No. I’m just reading you, the same way you read me. Trust me.

//Trust… you…?// A thick, numbing blanket began to spread over his thoughts and it was getting so difficult to think.

Then don’t think. Just feel.

Feel? He couldn’t feel, was too tired to feel anything.

As quickly as he’d had the thought Goku’s arms were around him, lifting him and he wanted to ask where they were going but he couldn’t make the words, could barely keep his eyes open. Goku carried him into the bedroom, and warm hands in the dark peeled off his blue jumpsuit and redressed him in a comfortable t-shirt. Cool, soft sheets slid against his skin a moment later, and Goku’s warm body shifted next to him. Vegeta tried once more to fight the pleasant stupor and failed, falling asleep almost immediately.

Goku’s scent and warmth surrounded him when he awoke, that strangeness that made it so difficult to think was still with him as well. His stomach burned, he needed food but Goku’s hands pressed him back into the mattress when he tried to rise. Stay.

It should have made him angry, he knew but somehow he didn’t mind so much. He drowsed and food was there when he awoke. He reached for the plate of cinnamon toast first because it was his favorite but Goku pulled it away, taking a piece in his hand and offering it to him.

He balked, pulling away and trying desperately to figure out what the hell was going on. He wouldn’t be fed like some animal! Before he could say anything Goku sighed, pushed the rest of the food closer to him but took the cinnamon toast out of reach. The message was clear, he wouldn’t get it unless he acceded to Goku’s method of delivery.

He ate and drank the rest under Goku’s watchful eye, and though he really, really wanted that toast he continued to refuse it whenever it was offered. When all the rest of the food had been devoured Goku offered it to him one more time. He fought the cloudiness of his thoughts to give his mate some choice expletives, but Goku didn’t react the way he’d expected. His eyes narrowed, but not in anger. Gentle fingers touched his cheek and without thought he tilted his head to lean into that touch that he had missed so much.

It was a mistake, at least to Vegeta’s mind. He arched in a gasp, feeling Goku’s parted lips against his now-exposed neck. You’re so stubborn, Vegeta. You have no idea what it means to have someone take care of you, someone who really loves you. The worst part is that you do it for me, but won’t let me return that care.

An angry flush rose to Vegeta’s cheeks. “What does it matter? I’m doing what you want! I’ve stayed open, I haven’t shut you out again-”

Maybe you’re not shutting me out anymore, but you’re not talking to me, not relying on me to be there for you when you need me either. This is the only way I can think of to get through your thick head what it really means to be a team. Until I decide otherwise, you’re mine, Vegeta. And I’m going to teach you something new. Stop thinking, just feel.

Vegeta only got out half of a curse before that mind-numbing fog closed in on him, chasing away all conscious thought.

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Sorry for the delay with this chapter, my ISP was being a butthead to my neighborhood this weekend! Also, as you read I finally named two of Vegeta’s kids. Both are Mandarin Chinese. Húlu(óbo) - carrot (like her Daddy)
Shēng(jiāng) - ginger (sharp and spicy like his personality)
Next up: Goku puts his relationship with Vegeta at risk for a chance at a better future for them both.
Akiravadel: I’m glad you’re still enjoying this! I know I’m going to lose readers as the story gets longer but it’s always so encouraging to know people are still reading, thank you!
ZeoViolet: Speaking of overthinking things, Whis and Kaworu (Evangelion) both have white hair and are now both Angels. Quick, somebody do an Evangelion rewrite with Whis and family! XD Sorry, I couldn’t help it, heh heh. I’m still feeling lost with the direction Super has taken. As you say, you almost have to overthink it now to get everything to make sense! Eh, as long as Goku and Vegeta keep punching people in the face I’ll keep watching. Lol! Grateful as always!
Update: My sly implication and reference got confusing, my apologies. Fixed! :)
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