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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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Reunited

Vegeta’s eyes fluttered open, shadowed by traces of his dream. Or rather, nightmare as he had been alone once more in that meadow with Gohan. Sometimes he and Goku dreamed together, and he was relieved to see that this wasn’t one of those times as Goku was still deeply asleep.

He gave Goku’s fluffy hair a quick brush with his fingers before sitting up. Goku had proven time and again that he had a professional gambler’s eye for snap decision making, but he’d underestimated what a huge pair of balls Goku had. Vegeta still couldn’t believe he’d taken such drastic action just to open his eyes to the way things could be, the way they needed to be. Though he was getting better about listening to Goku’s points of view his stubbornness still got in the way sometimes.

It went both ways though, he thought. He’d set the bar on that score when he'd overshadowed Goku’s mind in a successful attempt to convince him to wait for the right time to challenge Beerus.

But it still could have gone so horribly wrong - had Goku not proven how well he knew his mate by perfectly walking the fine line between trust and betrayal. The mere two weeks since Goku’s drastic attempt to adjust his attitude had seen him stronger and more well-rested than he’d believed possible during a pregnancy.

He was happier too. A chuckle escaped Vegeta briefly. Being right wasn’t going to save Goku from an historic ass-kicking as soon as the children were born, though.

The lingering dream continued to trouble him. Though it was fading, it seemed curiously rooted in reality. Frowning, Vegeta rose from the bed as gently as he could, walking a few steps away to the window. He concentrated in the pre-dawn light, following the loose threads across miles.

Where those threads came together shocked and dismayed him. Quietly he pulled on a pair of sweatpants, his gloves and a clean t-shirt and began to focus for Transmission.

Vegeta? Do you have to do this?

Vegeta was so intent on his actions he hadn’t noticed when Goku woke up. What he was about to do wouldn’t be easy for either of them, but he did have to do it.

//I owe him, Kakarot.//

No, you don’t! Nothing can ever change what he did to you, Vegeta!

//If you think you know that better than I do, you’re dead wrong. But after what he did for me, for us… I told him I would. He’s your son, Kakarot. We have to settle this somehow.//

It doesn’t have to be now, you don’t have to go… not there.

//I know that. But why is he there? I need to know. You could… come as well. I think that would be a good-//

No. Just… go. I won’t leave you alone and I’ll stay open in case you need me but… I can’t hear this, Vegeta. I’m just not ready.

A shadow passed over Vegeta’s face. All he could feel from Goku was darkness, confusion, and a fearsome rage that swirled with no outlet, the same as it ever was whenever he thought about Gohan… which he knew Goku tried to do as little as possible. Though Vegeta was far from an expert on emotional health and stability he was sure that Goku and his son needed time together, not apart. Goku’s influence had taught him that avoiding his feelings was only going to make things worse. But Vegeta also knew he was in too delicate a position to insist. “If that's what you want. Go back to sleep. I’ll bring you something to eat when I come back.”

Goku didn’t respond, seeming to sink deeper into the bed. Only when he felt the emptiness of the room did he make a move, turning his face into his pillow and letting out a roar of confused frustration.

He’d been so understanding, had forgiven so many people for so many awful things in the past. So why couldn’t he do it now for his own son? Even Vegeta was trying to do it - no, somehow Vegeta was succeeding.

No matter how many times he heard that Gohan was once again trustworthy and in full control of himself Goku couldn’t make himself believe it. He still couldn’t think of Gohan without hearing him confess that he still loved Vegeta, or getting a picture in his head of his snarling son, hips pounding into Vegeta’s body, his hand at Vegeta’s throat. And where had he been during the worst of the torture, when his son had torn his mate’s mind apart? Alone, sulking because Gohan had lied to him…

“Did you know I all but told him you fucked me of your own will, and he believed me? He doesn’t understand you at all. Even after you told him about your past, he still believed me over you, that you were just a mindless slut looking for a Saiyan cock…”

Goku buried his head in his hands. ‘He lied to me. But I was the one that believed him.’

And now Gohan had called Vegeta to him just as surely as he’d issued a written invitation, and Vegeta had answered. Part of him couldn’t help thinking it was all an act, that Gohan still wanted to take Vegeta away from him and had simply changed tactics.

Goku had refused to have any part in Vegeta’s meeting with his son, but true to his word he would never leave Vegeta truly alone with him. At any hint of alarm or call of his name he would be at Vegeta’s side; he would never again allow Gohan - or anyone - to harm him. Vegeta’s emotions began to swirl not long after Transmission but Goku could sense no fear, only a growing anger. Shock, dismay, confusion… a shock of fear that dissipated so quickly he didn’t even have time to Transmit. And then something infinitely more terrifying.

Calm. Acceptance.

“...His aggressiveness passed down to Pan, but not to his children by me… Assuming I’d been willing to be his mate I would have stabilized both his genes and his more violent behavior.”

Goku growled, his head beginning to pound as it always did when he thought about the fact that their blood linked his mate and his son so strongly. He tried to tell himself that it didn’t matter, that free will meant so much more than genetics but so many negative thoughts and feelings swirled - as unfamiliar and confusing as they were powerful. They drowned out what his heart already knew to be true.

…But Beerus had said that he, not his son, was the interloper. That Gohan hadn’t taken Vegeta by force because the prince had belonged to him all along. It echoed in his mind endlessly sometimes.

Goku shook his head but those hateful thoughts kept swirling. He didn’t want to think about this anymore, didn’t want to feel Vegeta’s amusement as he spoke to the man who had mercilessly abused and violated him, forced him to conceive in an act of ownership and unfettered violence.

Unable to stay in bed any longer Goku rose, his anxiousness driving him to pace restlessly through their bedroom. Once Vegeta came back it would all be okay again. And he would come back, he always came back. Vegeta and Goku, Goku and Vegeta. They’d always been together, they belonged together and nothing could change that.

He had almost managed to convince himself when a feeling of warmth came from Vegeta.

Warmth. Toward his son, not him.

“Of course I still love him, Dad.”

Goku whimpered as his head throbbed again.

Why was Vegeta taking so long…?

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Gohan knelt on a grassy hill above the meadow, deep in meditation. He didn’t even notice Vegeta’s arrival. Energy poured off of him and Vegeta frowned, following it down his arm and… into the ground? Gohan’s hand, buried in the dirt seemed to confirm the suspicion.

“Gohan.”

Gohan stumbled his way to standing, shocked out of his trance.

Vegeta forced himself to see the Gohan before him and the hesitant, kind boy he’d known in the past in order to banish his flashes of suffering. It was no easy feat but it was a trick he’d taught himself after Ginyu had used Nappa’s body to assault him. Otherwise he would have given himself away in a panic, and his weakness had been a secret that had to be kept.

Though the Gohan before him looked far more afraid than threatening Vegeta’s tail still curled tightly around his waist. “Why have you come here, Gohan?”

“Vegeta?! I didn’t…” He fumbled for words. It was the first time he had returned to this place since Vegeta and his father’s return from Beerus’ Planet, and he’d apparently underestimated Vegeta's mental sensitivity. Though Vegeta’s expression was closed off Gohan could see that he was agitated by being drawn however unintentionally back to this place again, by his attacker’s presence no less.

Angry eyes narrowed at his hesitance. “I said, what. The fuck. Are you doing here, Gohan?”

“Oh, um, I come here sometimes and give some energy back to this land. I had to do something,” he finished weakly.

Vegeta looked over what had been a ruined landscape, now teeming with life. It was clear Gohan had inherited his father’s affinity for planetary energies. Healthy trees now stood guard around an incredible array of flowers, tended to by a bustling team of bees and butterflies of every color. Even the fish in the wide stream couldn’t seem to contain their joy, leaping out of the water at odd intervals to sparkle briefly in the dawning sunlight.

A new addition, a single tree stood alone in the meadow itself, the largest in the area. Gohan must have fed a good deal of energy into it to be so large in such a short time. Without thought Vegeta was walking to it with a palpably nervous Gohan following at a respectful distance. Even though the meadow looked different, Vegeta knew that spot intimately.

It haunted his nightmares.

Hesitantly he raised a hand to the tree but as he touched it all energy seemed to drain from him and he slid to the ground on legs gone weak.

He had lost everything, here on this very spot that Gohan had marked.

“I’m… sorry, Vegeta. I never expected you to find out about this.”

Vegeta barely heard him through the chaotic mess of his own turmoil. Strange that even though Goku wasn’t here, didn’t even want him here Vegeta could hear what he would have said in this situation. He would have said, ‘nothing will ever erase the blood spilled here, nothing will ever restore the trust that had been destroyed. But, like the tree now drawing nutrients from the once bloody ground, maybe something new can grow from this meeting.’

Or some other stupid-yet-comforting bullshit like that. …Maybe with fewer big words.

Strangely, the imagined sentiment did give Vegeta comfort. He was able to begin calming his racing heart and breathing. “Part of me died here,” he finally said, turning to sit against that huge tree.

“I feel the same way,” Gohan added quietly.

Vegeta nodded, a mirthless chuckle escaping him. “Then I suppose a memorial is fitting.”

Gohan let go of the breath he’d been holding for some time now, deflating like a balloon. Not wanting to crowd Vegeta Gohan sank to his knees across from him. He had been completely caught off guard by Vegeta’s sudden arrival. Not one of the hundred times he’d run this scenario through his thoughts came to mind and he couldn’t think of a single thing to say.

Vegeta, however, had no such difficulty. “How long have you been doing this?”

“I came back here for the first time about a week after you and Dad left.”

Vegeta was speechless for a moment, in complete shock. “How could you?!” he finally burst out. “Why would you? What the hell could make you come back here, Gohan? Do you have any idea how difficult this is for me without you pulling something like this to make me question you?! If your contrition is just an act, if you come here to relive the thrill of what you did to me I swear-”

“No! I didn’t come here to get off on what I put you through, Vegeta. Look, the truth is I… I came here to try… to stop.”

Vegeta did his best to not react at all to what he’d said but Gohan knew him too well to miss the shock or the shame. “Explain,” he growled. “And make it good.”

“I’ve been coming here because doing this helps me keep my head straight. There aren’t the words in any language to tell how horrible what I did to you really was. But…” Gohan stopped, swallowed hard. “There’s no good way to say this so I’m just going to do it. The fact is that being with you like that… I’ve never felt that perfectly complete in my entire life. Even after you reverted me back to what I was before I would dream about you, about what I did to you and wake up…” Gohan had to stop speaking for a moment, his face burning with the shame of recounting all this, to Vegeta no less. A quick glance Vegeta’s way told him he didn’t need elaboration and Gohan counted his blessings.

Dreaming of their encounters, of pushing himself deep inside Vegeta’s body and mind, owning him and waking up with a painful erection he was too ashamed to bring to completion was bad enough. It was the times before his reversion that brought the most crushing guilt.

There had been no shame then to keep him from glorying in his memories as he brought himself to a shuddering conclusion. At least he’d never used Videl for a substitute, though it had nothing to do with altruism. Her soft curves and clean, pleasant smell had simply gotten in the way of the smooth, hard planes and seductive scent in his fantasies.

“Please understand,” Gohan fairly begged. “I was desperate to find a way to stop being nauseated and aroused at the same time whenever I thought about you, about everything I did to you starting here, where I finally caught you.

“And it worked. When I came back here I remembered what I’d forgotten in everything that came later. That day I’d been following you since you left Trunks at Capsule, so I’d been watching you since you landed here. When you laid down over there,” he gestured with a nod of his head. “I saw you take your gloves off and even though I knew you were thinking about Dad I couldn’t stop watching you. You were playing with the grass, laughing to yourself, enjoying the nice night. And then you fell asleep and you looked so peaceful. I could smell you, my blood was… was boiling in my veins. I had wanted you for so gods-damned long, I needed you… you were finally right in front of me and I knew I could finally have you and there was nothing you or anyone could do to stop me but I just… couldn’t move. I’d never seen you so relaxed before.

“But when I returned here I saw how barren it still was and I knew I had to do something, I knew that if I could return the kind of life to this place that made you so content I could start seeing you happy again when I closed my eyes, instead of…”

“...Yeah. I get the idea. Shit,” Vegeta said weakly, rubbing a hand over his face. He shivered and Gohan flinched, looking away.

It hadn’t been his intention to ever bring Vegeta back to this pain, but here they were. “I wish I could go back. Been stronger, faced my fears,” Gohan said quietly, thinking of every missed opportunity during his father’s long absence. “I never would have hurt you Vegeta. I just wanted to… love you.”

There was so much pain between them it seemed impossible to find a way through it. “How the hell are we supposed to do this?” Vegeta finally asked.

“I don’t know but… we have to work something out. It’s convoluted, but…”

“We’re family. Kakarot and the girls are going to need us both.”

Gohan grabbed the opportunity. “I’m actually really surprised you’re here without Dad. I can’t believe he didn’t come here with you. Is that… good? Does that mean that he trusts me around you now?” he asked hopefully.

“I wouldn’t say it’s good. He doesn’t think you’re going to hurt me but he’s not exactly thrilled that I’m here. He’ll come around,” Vegeta said, though he was sure he wasn’t fooling Gohan either. Gohan couldn’t hide his disappointment and Vegeta decided a change of subject was in order. “How are you adjusting to having your heritage restored?”

“It hasn’t been easy but I’m getting the hang of controlling my strength at least. As for the rest, I’d say it’s like fighting a wild animal on a leash. It gets easier every day, but it’s still difficult staying…”

“Civilized?”

“That’s it exactly,” Gohan chuckled. “I almost walked out of a bookstore without paying for my book. I wanted it, so I took it. Thank goodness it was a big store; by the time I’d gotten to the doors I’d managed to remember why I shouldn’t just do things like that. And it’s the everyday irritations that catch me off guard most often. I had a bad day and almost blasted a barista for half-caff’ing my vanilla latte.”

Vegeta couldn’t stop a bark of laughter at the thought of good-natured Gohan nearly committing petty theft and losing it in a coffee shop full of customers. Gohan snickered too. “I know, right? Somehow I thought you might be able to relate.”

“You think all that’s bad. Just wait ‘til a teacher gives Pan a bad grade at school.”

It startled a laugh out of Gohan. “Bulma told me about that once. She said you broke Trunks’ teacher’s desk in half and he wet his pants! Property damage as therapy has promise though. I think I like the idea.”

Their laughter trailed off into a surprisingly companionable silence and it actually felt quite nice, reminding Vegeta of the old days, after Goku’s death. Even then Gohan would come around Capsule for this reason or that, finding some excuse to just be around Vegeta. At first he hadn’t known what to do, but he’d eventually come to enjoy the boy’s unobtrusive company.

But Gohan was no longer a boy. He was a man, with a young family. That thought finally drove him to speak. “Gohan… Pan and Videl need you at your best. I think it’s time you left this all behind you and moved on.”

“Vegeta? What are you saying?”

“I’m saying that you don’t have to hold on to this place, these memories anymore. What Beerus was going to do to me… I wouldn’t have been able to come back from that, not completely. You put your life at risk to save mine, and you risked your sanity for the sake of my own. Considering the circumstances, I am more than willing to release you from your service to me. You don’t owe me anything else. Go back to the life you had before I changed my body back to this and sent us all into hell. I’ll work on Kakarot and send him to you when he’s ready.”

Vegeta was more than shocked when Gohan responded with dismay. “If that will help you I’ll do what you’re saying, but I don’t want that at all! Vegeta, look… I won’t say it again, but… we both know how I feel about you. The thought of not seeing you again isn’t a pleasant one for me.”

“It’s not real,” Vegeta said harshly. “It’s just genetics. Once you’re away from me, clear of all the guilt and pain wrapped up in me your life will start to get easier-”

“Don’t,” Gohan warned, his voice finally betraying anger. “Don’t insult us both by pretending that what I feel isn’t real. I can take anything but that.” A chill of fear shot down Vegeta’s spine at seeing a glimpse of that mad ferocity within the easygoing demeanor. But before he could react he saw Gohan control it. The process was quick and practised, and effective. In a few seconds Gohan’s eyes showed nothing but concern. “I’m sorry. Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I’m fine,” Vegeta muttered. Gohan had made it clear several times over by now that he could control the madness that had made him so dangerous in the first place and that fact was finally sinking in. Vegeta’s fear slid away as quickly as it had come.

“All right,” Vegeta finally said. “Your feelings are genuine, I acknowledge that. But the fact remains that you don’t owe me your suffering, Gohan. If you’re trying to torture yourself by staying near me simply to deny yourself-”

“No! That’s not it, I-” Vegeta’s eyes cut over him sharply. “Well, I’ll always feel as though I got off light from the hell I put you through, but I don’t think that’s a bad thing because it helps keep me focused on controlling myself. And I thought that being around you would be downright torturous, but it’s not, at all. Don’t get me wrong, I still want to be with you, I always will. But being here with you like this… I’m not suffering, far from it. I can’t feel the power pulling at me right now. It’s actually really relaxing, like the wildness inside me is calm, not fighting me for control. It’s been a long time since my mind has been this quiet, actually.”

“Your being calm without having me tied to you makes no sense, but I don’t think you’re lying.”

“I’m not. My body tells me I’m supposed to be riled up around you. But my heart is happy. I guess that’s enough,” he shrugged with a smile. “I told you my feelings are real.”

Vegeta grunted, flushing a little with embarrassment and Gohan hid an amused smile behind his hand despite the seriousness of the moment. “I suppose calm is better than the alternative. So, you don’t want to be released from my service. And you can’t be with me the way you want either. But we have to start somewhere with some kind of an understanding. So what the fuck do you want, Gohan?”

“I guess that depends. Is there any point in pretending I don’t know you as well as I do? Would doing that help you deal with me?”

Vegeta took a deep breath. It wasn’t something he liked to think about, but there was no denying it. Gohan had stripped his mind, taken everything he knew, everything he was. “I suppose not. I’ve never had much patience for pretense.”

“Then just let me be your friend. I know things about you Piccolo - and I’m guessing even Whis don’t know. In some ways I think I know you better than my father does; I’ve had more time to learn what’s in your head than he has.”

“So what’s your point?” Vegeta asked sharply. “Do you think that entitles you to something?”

“Not at all,” Gohan chuckled. “I’m just saying that I’m here if you need to talk and don’t feel like explaining anything. That’s all. Just please… don’t treat me like you treat everyone else. I’ve always seen how you take care of Dad; you’ve always done it to some degree. At first I thought it was just because you loved him so much but it’s more than that. You do it for everyone, just not in a way most people easily recognize. I think it’s the royalty in you, looking out for those you feel responsible for. But there should be at least one person you don’t have to be responsible for, and I want that to be me.”

Friendship. After everything that had passed between them could they really go back to that? ‘Maybe,’ Vegeta thought. ‘As long as he understands.’ “Gohan… Kakarot is my mate and that will never change. Even if I could leave him I would never choose to live without him. Nor will I betray him. I’ll only try this your way if you can accept that.”

“...I do,” Gohan said quietly, but with a seriousness Vegeta felt he could trust. “I can live with that, you have my word. But you have to understand that I’ll be there when you need me no matter what. I know you never asked to be that important to anyone, but that’s just how it is.”

“All right then. It is… a start. But this will be strange. Don’t expect smooth sailing.”

“Fair enough,” Gohan laughed ruefully. “But as you said, we have to make this work, and not just for us.”

Vegeta looked at him strangely for a moment. “That’s not all that’s on your mind, is it? What else?”

“Nothing immediate,” Gohan hedged. “It can wait until we’ve had some time-”

Vegeta leveled an annoyed gaze at him and Gohan couldn’t help laughing. “Okay, okay. I was going to try to convince you or Dad to train me, for one. Maybe I can be of more help to you going forward if I can master the Super Saiyan Blue form. But when I heard that you were pregnant again I decided to wait even if I had the chance to ask. I figured your god ki would be too strong for developing babies to handle. Since your body tends to do whatever is best for the children… I know how the thought of me having god ki when you don’t might make you feel-”

“Stop blabbering,” Vegeta interrupted. Truthfully the thought of Gohan being stronger than he was once more did make him nervous. But if Goku’s little exercise in team building had taught him anything it was that he needed to trust his mate to do what both his blood and his feelings demanded. If he ever did feel threatened in any way Goku would have his son crushed in his own fist in microseconds.

“You are Saiyan. The potential within you shouldn’t be squandered for my comfort. And if you’re going to help Pan control the madness in her blood when she gets older you’re going to need all the understanding of the power within you as you can get. I’ll train you myself. We’ll start next time I see you.”

“Really?! That’s wonderful-”

“Now I have a question for you. Have you given any thought about Goten and Trunks? For now Goten believes the girls’ father to be Goku, but I… I couldn’t lie to my son. I didn’t tell him about you or how the pregnancy happened but it’s far from an unsolvable mystery. Once he puts two and two together I have no idea how he will react.”

“Vegeta… you don’t want him to know, do you?”

The prince made a barely audible sound that held a world of hurt. “What father is eager to tell his son of his failings?”

“Failings?” The choice of words was alarming and Gohan frowned. “Vegeta… you have to know that what I did to you wasn’t your-”

“No, I’m not talking about this,” Vegeta cut him off harshly before he could finish. “It’s too late to make something up anyway. When Trunks figures it out I’ll-”

“You’ll send him to me,” Gohan interrupted. “I’ll take it from there. I’ll tell him the truth, Vegeta. All of it.”

“I am no coward, Gohan.”

“And neither am I. I’m doing this, end of story.” ‘And I won’t give him any of that bullshit about you being weak or a failure, either.’

“...We’ll see. Now what else did you want?”

“Oh, ah… right. This one’s a little more difficult.”

“The girls,” Vegeta said quietly.

“Yeah. I know we’re just building things now… I hadn’t actually planned on asking this for a while. Despite what I was when they were conceived, by Piccolo’s accounts we have two really amazing children, Vegeta.”

“We do. They’re never going to be the strongest fighters, but I’ve never seen such incredible perception in our people before. In terms of mental strength and ability they’re stronger than me, and they’re open about it; they haven’t had to close themselves off the way I did growing up. I don’t want that to change.”

“I was hoping to meet them. Only if you and Piccolo think it would be a good idea,” Gohan said in a rush. “If that’s too much, I just want them to know their sister. I think they could help each other.”

“What does your wife have to say about this?”

Vegeta’s tone was unreadable, his eyes cast downward and Gohan swallowed hard. “I don’t have any secrets from her anymore. She wants it too. We decided that I can’t risk giving her any more children. She understands but I know she’s hurt. Videl wanted a big family, full of girls no less,” Gohan chuckled a bit sadly. “She wants to see you as well. What happened at the party was my fault but the things she said to you still keep her up at night sometimes.”

They both understood how much Gohan was understating the situation. Bullying a rape victim into a panic attack however inadvertently was far from one of Videl’s proudest moments.

Vegeta picked up a rock, absently turning it over in his fingers. These issues weren’t new to him, he’d been thinking them over for weeks now. And for the first time he felt close to a decision.

Gohan waited patiently for him to continue but Vegeta could feel his nervousness. Well, it was time to truly test his resolve. Making amends to Vegeta was one thing. But what about those innocent lives he’d created that had shared their father’s pain? Because of their sire the girls had been forced into brutal awareness long before it was time.

“The girls,” Vegeta finally said. “What if you knew that they remembered you because of what you did to me. Would you still want to meet them?”

“Yes,” Gohan answered without hesitation. “I’m through running from what I did. If they grow up hating me it will eat them up inside, and that could affect their mental stability eventually, right? I don’t want that for them. Even if all I can be is a punching bag for them, I’ll do it. I’ll do whatever they need me to.”

It was as good an answer as Vegeta could have asked to hear. But without Goku to help him sort through his volatile emotions he didn’t trust himself. Thankfully he had other help. “...I will talk it over with Piccolo, that’s all I can promise for now. As for Videl,” Vegeta paused again, sorting things out. Despite the pain her actions had caused him, he understood why she’d attacked him the way she had. “I have no use for her apologies. She may not be able to bond with you but she was trying to protect you as your mate would have.”

“I’ll relay the message but don’t be surprised if she at least wants you over for dinner or something,” Gohan said, with a smile. “I was thinking about what you said about not wanting the girls to close themselves off the way you had to. Well, maybe Pan and Videl and I can help with that. Sisters need each other. And I can promise you that Videl will love and protect them as much as she does Pan. Adding us to the love and support they already have will give them everything they need.”

He had a point, Vegeta had to admit. Depending on Piccolo’s opinion they could clear the way, but ultimately their meeting would be up to the girls. “When it comes down to it I don’t make the girls do anything; the decision will be theirs.”

Gohan’s relief was so intense he got lightheaded for a moment. Though he knew problems would arise going forward he could feel a huge weight lifted off his shoulders. With a stupid grin he fell backward in the soft grasses, sighing in happiness. Vegeta snorted at him, shaking his head and Gohan chuckled, noticing that Vegeta’s tail had finally uncurled from his waist.

“You’re a lot more relaxed than when you first got here.”

Vegeta made a small sound filled with amusement. “You’re one to talk.”

“No kidding. Vegeta, I’m… I’m really glad you came today. I think this is a good start.”

“Well,” Vegeta said standing and brushing himself off. “Maybe next time we could meet somewhere a little less stressful.”

“Sure!” Gohan laughed. “We’ll go to a coffee shop and you can watch me lose it over my caffeine addiction!”

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“Kakarot, are you up?” Vegeta called from the kitchen. He received no reply and dropped off the box he was holding before following his mate’s presence into the bedroom. “I brought you some of those donuts you like. They’re in the-”

A hand at his throat silenced him as it shoved his back against the wall. Vegeta grunted, flinching at the impact and opened his eyes to face the furious gaze of his angry mate. Their bond had been curiously silent, and Vegeta found that his assumption that Goku’s silence had to do with his agitation was an accurate one.

He smirked into that frightening expression. //Didn’t go back to sleep after all, I see.//

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Next: Goku’s pure heart has trouble processing dark feelings, and Whis finally returns from Universe 6 with a gift for Vegeta.
Akiravadel: I hadn’t thought about it that way. It’s encouraging, thank you. :D

ZeoViolet: Darn, can’t win ‘em all, lol! I’m just glad you’re still hanging in there with me. Yes, Goku’s met all the kiddos offscreen. The only anecdotes though are that he and the only (birthed) girl to date are besties, the oldest boy has kicked him through a wall, he’s super impressed by the twin boys and he and Gohan’s girls are fond of each other. :) I so hope you’re feeling better!
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