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Prologue
By : Herpb4uDerp
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The first thing his senses are forced to notice is the sweltering heat. The air is thick, hazy and the red lighting makes it feel even hotter. There are error messages all over the screens on the central control panels which have been torn apart and Goku nearly collapses to the floor from the pressure.

His chest almost collapses from the sight. He had never seen Vegeta's reputation for self punishment go this far.

He'd been half expecting to be pinned to the wall and fucked through it. He'd been half expecting to be punched in the face and told to fuck off. And despite those being exactly the things Goten told him weren't what Goku thought they were, he surely would have let either happen for any semblance of reassurance it would have given him that Vegeta was exactly who Goku knew him to be. He was prepared for the inevitable fight, fuck, argument or whatever he wants at this point! it would take to get him out here. But this? He was not prepared for this.

Vegeta was crumpled in on himself, thinner than usual, paler than usual, laying in a heap on the ground, unconscious, bleeding, broken and bruised. It finally occurs to Goku that waiting for Vegeta to break like he usually did might have been a mistake this time; that maybe things were different after all, things had changed. But how was I supposed to know that?! He can't seem to make sense of what’s going on. He doesn't understand why everything was suddenly so much more complicated. It was already bad enough before I left!!! He kneels, presses his hand to Vegeta's shoulder and focuses on the nearest Ki.
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She's almost got it. She has given up on ruining Goten's day for the time being in order to devote all of her attention to getting her father the fuck out of his hell hole. She has run another successful command and is about to call her brother to wake him up and tell him to get his ass down to the labs, but before she dials she notices something on the screen.

"What the-" She squints at the new figure who has just appeared in the gravity room. "How did h-" Then she is shrieking so loud it peirces Goku’s eardrums as she scrambles back against the desk, knocking papers and a keyboard on to the floor because he is suddenly right behind her kneeling on the floor next to her very unwell father.

She continues screaming indiscernible explicatives about how the hell he got there and Goku has about three seconds to give her a reason not to fire the ki pooling in her hand.

"Sorry. Sorry! Bra. Bra, shh- stop screamin’- calm- it's ok. Help- Help me-!" He gestures to Vegeta and picks him up. She supposes that's a good enough reason for now and let's the crackling light dissipate.

"Fuck, ok- I-" You are not the idiot I expected to see today. Her suspicious narrowed eyes don't leave him as she feels for the keyboard and puts it back up on the desk, But I can work with this. "I think we have a makeshift med-bay somewhere around here-" She motions for him to follow her and starts down the maze of hallways. She keeps turning back to make sure he stays fast on her heels as she leads him away from the main lab toward a room that Vegeta hadn't trained himself into in a long time. It was a bit dusty now, but it was adequate. She clears the bed off for Goku to set him down and begins rooting through drawers for gauze and bandages.

He watches her frantic motions, "Do you have any Senzu beans or-?"

"No!" she snaps, "This is a house of science! We do not grow magic beans!" She pauses her search and turns to face him, "So, maybe, if you know where some are then you should make yourself useful and go get them!" She didn't expect him to take her up on her suggestion. She expected some kind of response, an excuse as to why he didn't have any. Instead he looked around rather sheepishly, did something stupid looking with his hand and disappeared. Right before her eyes. He was gone as quickly as he came.

She blinked and then looked at the bed to make sure she hadn't imagined everything, but her father was still lying there with his ragged breathing looking absolutely miserable.

"What.... the... fuck..." he better come back, because boy, do I have questions now. She eventually finds enough material to begin wrapping the worst of the lacerations. She scrambles through the rest of the supplies to at least get the basics underway. She nearly knocks over the flimsy stand she was struggling to hang an IV bag from when Goku suddenly reappears.

The look she shoots him strongly encourages him to take a few steps back, so he does. Until he realizes what she’s doing and abruptly reaches his hand to hers and halts her.

It takes all over her self restraint to not tear his head off right then and there. "What. Are you doing?" She hisses through her teeth.

"That's a n- it's a needle? He doesn't- Why would he need that? He doesn’t-"

"It's for an IV you-! He's probably dehydrated!"

"... But-"

"Goku.” She forces a smile and drops it just as quickly, “I swear on the dragon balls themselves, if you don't remove your hand from my wrist right now there will never be enough wishes to undo what I will do to you."

He lets go and holds out his other hand. "I brought a Senzu bea-" She snatches the tiny green bean from him.

"Fantastic!" She drops the needle and abandons her amateur attempts to play doctor. "Now start explaining."

He shifts awkwardly for a moment waiting for her to do something with the bean and regrets letting her take it from him. "Explain what? Shouldn't you-"

"Not yet!" She shoves a hand against his chest and pushes him back from the bed toward the door, "While he's still knocked out YOU are going to EXPLAIN! What are you doing here!? And how did you even GET here!? What the fuck was that magic disapearing bullshit you just pulled?”

"I- I-" he lets her back him into a table. "It’s called instant transmission and- I thought everyone knew I could do that- I didn’t-"

Instant? Really? ...Interesting. “No! Not everyone knows! My brother and I have been working for damn near DAYS trying to shut that stupid thing off so we could get him out! Ah! I knew there was an easy way out! There always is... GOKU!"

To say she frightened him would be an understatement. This was much different than her first impression and he now understood completely why Goten described her the way he did. Maybe... he's not lying about everything.

"But you didn’t answer my first question! Why are you here? Hm? Why suddenly so interested in my father?" Because obviously you weren’t six months ago. “Why did you teleport to him? Why-”

His panicked mind reaches for the most readily available answer it can come up with that wouldn't give him and Vegeta away, a default answer. "I... I wanted to- to spar."

"You wanted to... what?!"

"Spar." He offers meekly.

Her whole head moves rolls along with her cold blue eyes. "A spar. You came over to spar with him.” He nods. “Without any kind of warning or anything. Haven’t seen each other in who knows how long and you just appeared out of thin air while my father happened to be unconscious to spar. Do I have that right?" She backs off and gives him a little room to reconsider the lunacy of his answer. The silence hangs in the air. "Well?"

"I-" He nervously reaches back to rub his neck. He's not sure how to explain what he came here for. He was just responding to Vegeta's obvious distress like he has a thousand times before. Responding to his own, looking for reasons to prove his son wrong. Why is she making it seem like a bad thing I pulled him out of there? "I- I don't know... I used to... show up sometimes... we used to train together all the time before I- ... I didn't know he'd be.... I knew something didn’t feel right but-" He has trouble keeping her unceasing gaze as his voice drops off into a mumble then in to silence. His hand twitches and she takes a step forward to keep him in arms distance in case he tries to disappear on her again.

"Well, you sure picked a convenient moment to show up, didn’t you? Waiting until he's trained himself half to death to dig up your old rivalry. Came to finish the job? Is that it?"

"What?! No! It's not- I'm not-! Why would I- I don't want to hurt him- I- I just wanted to-" He tries to keep himself from saying something he shouldn't. The echoes of his earlier conversation are still rolling around his head, bothering him, reminding him. And she still hasn't given Vegeta the Senzu yet! What is wrong with her?! Why would she think I would-

"Oh, Goku, I don't know WHAT you want to do. But I do know that I don't like the way you just teleport into my house like you own the place and harass my father when he’s-"

"It's called instant transmission." He mutters as his eyes keep flicking away towards the bed and there is nothing about his body language reassuring her.

"Oh. My god." She inhales and tries to keep her mouth and nose from twisting with irritation, "You might have everyone else fooled into thinking you’re some happless idiot but I see right fucking through you. You don’t get to play the I’m-Just-A-Big-Dumb-Idiot card with me Goku. YOU!” She points at him, “Are definitly not here for 'sparring' or whatever it is that you do for 15 years when no one is looking. So please, one more try. Tell me, why the fuck are you here? And if you lie to me again, I swear on my mother’s grave you will never leave this compound. Instant transwhatever or otherwise."

"I-" that got his attention and given her unusual inventions he didn't doubt her ability to make it possible. "His ki, it... it's been off for days. I- I could sense- ...I dunno I was just worried and I... I wanted to talk to him." He admits quietly. He doesn't know why but it makes him feel guilty. Maybe he should have come sooner, maybe he shouldn't have come at all... Why is this so hard?

“Talk to him? My father does not talk about things.” She steps up to him and keeps her eyes locked on his and she wonders if that disappearing technique is Ki based. “So what could you have possibly come here to talk about?”

“It’s-” He steps back but she follows, “n-nothin-”

“Don’t. Lie. To me. Why. Are you here?”

“I- I was just worried. I didn’t mean anythin’-”

"You were worried. You were worried? What, worried he might kill himself before you had the chance to do it yourself? Worried you weren't causing him enough pain? Hm? I promise, you've already done enough-"

"No! I would never do that! I would never- What kinda person do ya think I am-?!"

"I don’t know! I don't know you! I help you and your dumb son one time and suddenly you think that gives you free access to my house?!" She waves her hands in his face condescendingly and he reaches for the one with the bean in it. He has her nearly pushed up against a wall in his attempt. He towers over her and he knows he's stronger than her. She's the weakest of their kids, he can feel it, he could easily overpower her if he needed to and he was quickly running out of options. He flares his ki and she glares up at him holding the Senzu behind her back, just low enough for him to not want to reach for it and Kami this isn’t right! I don’t want to do this! I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to hurt him! I don’t want to hurt anyone!

Bra felt the flash of ki. She could easily see his taller stature. But he was still on the defensive and there was a peculiar tint of anxious hesitation in his eyes. She suddely got the distinct feeling he didn’t have it in him to follow through and she decides to call his bluff. "What the hell are you trying to do now? Trying to scare me? Trying to hit him where it hurts?" She waves her hand in his face agressively. He doesn’t flinch but he doesn’t change stance either.

"No- He needs-"

"He needs this, huh?! Is this even a real fucking Senzu?! I didn't see where you go it!" She badgers him.

"Of course it's REAL! Why would I-"

"What the hell do you want? Why are you here?! What game are you playing at Goku?!” She raises her voice and pushes him back and he lets her, and she can’t believe she’s able to bully a Saiyan this easiily. This tactic would never would on anyone else. She knows, because she’s tried. “I will not let you stomp around here in MY HOUSE trying to goad my father into some stupid fight when he's fucked up like this! What do you want?”

He didn’t want to talk about this with son and certainly not with Vegeta's daughter; with the products of other relationships that made this one so darn impossible! But she is loud and firey and he had a feeling she always got what she wanted one way or another. She reminded him so much of Bulma and he can’t help but remember how badly everything had been when she found out. And he still never said sorry to her or talked to her before she passed and now she was never coming back and instead he was forced to reckon with her frightening little girl who had just enough Vegeta in her to make everything worse.

His feet begin to take faltering steps backward. His breathing is heavy, getting heavier; his chest feels tight, feeling tighter with every accusation, every demand for answers she's throwing at him. She won’t let up and he doesn’t understand why it’s any of her business and now there is something in the back of his throat that he can't swallow down. This was never what he expected to come back to and suddenly how much everything has changed is hitting him full force. It was just supposed to be a little while! I never should have left! Why is everyone so- Why is this so- Why am I so- I never should have left! I thought he would tell me. I never should have left! I thought he would tell me and then I saw him in there... and he looked- I should have let him kiss me that day- I never should have left! but Goten! He said- but that can’t be true! And I NEVER SHOULD HAVE-

“AaaaAAAAHHHhh- I’M SORRY!" he grips his hair and shuts his eyes, hot tears already streaming down his face. He sinks to the floor as it all comes pouring out of him. "I didn’t mean for this to happen. I’m sorry. I’m so-” He is almost whispering now, “I didn’t want any of this. I just wanted…” Vegeta told his son, so who cared if he told Vegeta’s daughter? Maybe everyone at Capsule Corp. knew. “Him. ... And now I’m back-” He sobs, “And it’s worse. Why is it worse? I didn’t think… it could get any worse!” A painful laugh escapes him.

There is a long pause. Well. That wasn’t as hard as I thought it was going to be. I didn’t even have to get you in my lab! “You… want… my father?”

Goku nods and presses his forehead to his palms to stifle his choked sobbing breathing. She could scream, throw her tantrum, try to hit him. He will just disappear. Maybe this time forever.

But Bra says nothing. She only looks at him curiously. She pulls his face into her fingers and tilts it up so his eyes are forced to meet hers. She rocks his head this way and that while she debates her opinions of him. He tries to pull his face from her grip but her nails dig in ever so slightly and squeeze his cheeks. He could break her grip but he doesn't, too overwhelmed by his own confusing emotions to respond much to hers. “But you rejected him. Didn’t you? When you came back?”

Goku’s brows furrow and his expression tightens, “How do you know that? I never-”

“Goku.” She grins and leans in almost nose to nose, “I know fucking everything. Just answer my questions.”

And well, if that wasn’t the most unsettling expression he’d ever seen on someone so close to his face, “Yes.”

“Why.”

“Because… he hurt Goten.”

“Why.”

"I thought you knew every-" her nails dig a little deeper and her keen eyes dare him to finish that sentence. “...I don’t know.” His eyes downcast to the floor, “No one will tell me.”

She stares long and hard at his watery expression and decides... it's sincere. This is not the behavior of someone intending harm. In fact, it was almost... cute, in a desperate pathetic sort of way, him getting all worked up into hysterics. That's supposed to be my job. I guess you are worried about my papa. But it made this a little more difficult to figure out. Now, she's not so sure what to make of him and she thinks maybe he and her father did have some things they needed to talk about. He seemed harmless enough. He did get my father out of there after all...

"Stop crying. It's gross." She squeezes his face.

"Ok." He struggles to utter between compressed features. She lets him go and gives him an inquisitive look. He was certainly odd.

Now that they have both stopped yelling, arguing, crying she finally hears the quiet tone coming from her back pocket.

“Hmm, you might have to postpone that 'talk'"

"Wh- why?"

She smirks at Goku, pulls out her phone. They look down at the screen between them and see the number calling her marked as, 'Ten-Ten <3 <3 <3'

Goku's eyes widen and his face pales. He grabs the phone from her and presses on it a few times with rushed uncoordinated taps.

"Wha-! What the fuck is wrong with you?!" She shrieks. "Don't touch my things!" She rips it back from his fingers and sees the call has been canceled. "What the HELL?!"

"I don't want him to know I'm here right now."

Bra cocks her head, "He can probably sense you if he wants to. He's better at it than I am, you know. So you might want to make yourself scarce pretty soon. He's probably on his way."

"He's coming here? Why would you-" His hand finds the back of his neck and rubs with more pressure than usual as he realizes that yes, Goten is moving very quickly in this direction. "I don't think he shouldn't come here."

"Why not?"

He looks quickly at Vegeta and stutters but no words come out. It begins to click inside Bra's head what's going on here. Her hands find her hips and she smiles darkly at him, Oh, I knew he was involved. "Goku. What is going on?”

He doesn't answer and her phone starts ringing again. "Ok here's what I can do for you." She purses her lips. "How will he react when he sees you?" She gestures to her father.

He shrugs. "Annoyed? He might punch me in the face. But I’m not here for a fight, I promise."

She smirks, "Hm. No catastrophic meltdowns, are you sure?" He shrugs again and she huffs in thought, "I have to wake up Trunks and finish shutting down the gravity chamber. Otherwise, boom! There goes Capsule Corp! and no one wants that. SO! You have until I reach his room to figure out a better time and place for your talk." She holds her hand out and offers him the senzu bean. "And I will make sure Goten doesn’t come anywhere near here, or him until then." She shakes her open palm at him, "Well? Do you want to kiss and make up or what?"

His cheeks flushed at her suggestion... What a strange girl. He doesn't really understand why she's suddenly so helpful, no one else was happy about him and Vegeta. Not even me and Vegeta! He's not sure if he should trust her but at the same time, it's the only chance he has so he takes it. She walks swiftly towards the door, phone in hand but before she exits gives him a final two cents,

"Oh, Goku... if you try anything stupid? I will find you and send you to a worse place than hell." He nods and smiles at her with a twist of confusion at what could be worse than hell.

She takes her time on her way up to Trunk's room. The chamber probably wouldn't really explode. Not unless it was blown open. Although it might give Trunks a heart attack when he sees the energy bill this month. So she pauses in the hallway and pulls out her phone which had been buzzing off the hook in her pocket for the last few minutes and answers it, "Well, well, well if it isn't the devil himself-" she giggles.

At first there's just wind then, "BRA, OH THAN- WE NEED TO TALK RIGHT FUCKIN' NO-"

"Ew, 'ten, you classes jerk. Why are you yelling at me? You know I won't talk to you if you're
mean to me."

"AHH, ahh Kami! Bra- SHIT! I almost hit a fucking plane! Don't do ANYTHING! We need to talk- I'm coming over-"

"Hmm, I'm hungry, meet me somewhere else, Ok?"

"What? where?! I'm already half way! F-"

"Don't care. I haven't eaten since breakfast yesterday and that is NOT good for my metabolism. I'll let you pick the place. I still need to clean up before I get out of here, uhg, I look like a disaster."

"What the fuck? No, we're not talking about this in pub-"

"Oooh yes, 'Ten, you bet your temperamental ass we are. You've got another thing coming if you think you're running over here yelling and crying about your issues." Already dealt with one of those today, and with that she hangs up.
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Goku waits until he feels Bra leave the labs before looking over Vegeta's ragged appearance. He sighs sadly before taking the senzu and pressing it into his slightly open mouth. It takes a moment before his body's natural responses begin to take over but sure enough the bruises soften, the cuts and burns fade. Goku let's go of a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding and places his hand on the side of Vegeta's face as his eyes begin to flutter open.

The grip that finds Goku's wrist is excruciating and unforgiving. His hand is wrenched away and he is suddenly face to face with wrath incarnate.

"Kakarot?! You didn't dare-" The words are a deadly whisper.

"What? No, I didn't- I didn’t, Vegeta-"

Vegeta stares at him, decides he’s telling the truth and throws his arm away from his grasp. He looks around briefly, confused and angry. The first thing he forces himself to do is feel out the kis in the building. He visibly relaxes when he confirms the absence of one in particular.

"Vegeta..." The older Saiyan's attention is turned back to the younger who still has tear streaks on his face.

His expression softens at the sight and as soon as Goku sees the smallest trace of anger begin to dissipate he leans into him and wraps his arms around him forcing Vegeta back onto the bed. "Unh, Vegeta, I-" his throat is tight with emotion, "Why do you do this? Why do you keep doing this?"

They're laying uncomfortably but together while Goku runs his nose and cheeks along Vegeta's neck before pressing his mouth to his face. He doesn't care where he just know he has to feel him against him. It doesn't last long before Goku feels himself being pushed away.

"Kakarot. Kakarot, stop, what are you doing? Where ar-"

He tries fruitlessly to pull Vegeta back against him, "I didn't mean- please don't do that again. I thought you would- I didn't- I'm sorry, I'm sorry-"

He sits up as the hazy memories of tearing up the Gravity chamber are starting to come back to him, and everything else too.

"Stop apologizing, idiot. It's not your fault." He gruffs while turning away from Goku's mouth.

"What?"

"I said it's not your fault. It was never your fault... What are you doing here? Bra and Trunks are here, you can't-" he is silenced by a sloppy kiss as Goku pulls him back down.

"I know, I know I can't stay-" He whispers quickly, "But I need to talk to you, I have to-"

"Ok." He stares at the emotional wreck shifting all over him with furrowed brows trying to figure out if he's dreaming or not, because this isn't what he expected to wake up to. Ever.

"Kakarot, Ok!" he finally manages to push him up and off of him so they're both sitting up. It's not that it wasn't nice, but he was STARVING, very disoriented by the sudden barrage of Kakarot's unwarranted affection, and still not quite sure where he was although he thinks he's in the labs somewhere. He needed a moment to figure out what the fuck was going on, "Tonight... I'll come find you. Just, leave me be for a minute. And don’t let my kids see you."

Relief washes over Goku's face and he nods while pressing their mouths together one last time before Vegeta can stop him, this time with tongue, and disappears. Vegeta rolls his eyes and scowls. Great. Now I'm hungry AND hard.
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A/N: So, I have to say while I was writing this the first time I was super nervous about having characters find out things "too early." In this, I've been able to go back and sort of push things a little more and really expand the dialogue as a result and I realized it was easier for the plot to flow if the characters got information sooner.

ALSO WOAH. Can I just GET ON MY MUTHERFKIN SOAPBOX FOR A SECOND? totally UNRELATED!

Vegeta being a virgin before he met Bulma is a * L U D I C R O U S * headcannon. //Change//My//Mind//

This mans was a Saiyan child soldier in an alien military who purged planets and traveled the galaxy until he was (arguably) in his THIRTIES? With big crass idiots like NAPPA? And RADITZ?! and ya'll STILL think he never dipped his dick in some alien pussy? WHAT.

Thanks. I just really needed to get that off my chest.
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