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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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Atonement

A quick and unexpected move from one of the girls knocked Gohan to the ground and suddenly his body had no energy to speak of; he knew he couldn’t have stood even if his life depended on it. He wasn’t sick but he sure as hell felt like all of a sudden. His body ached badly and he was tired, so fucking tired it would have been easier to just die than try to move. He moaned, reeling from the sudden weakness until abruptly a blinding pain ripped through his head. He curled in on himself, gasping for breath, lacking the air to give voice to the scream that was building inside him. At the same time he clawed helplessly at the base of his skull as though he could stop the pain by ripping his brain out.

After hours of that terrible, fiery agony it all simply stopped. Gohan finally began to catch his breath, realizing that those hours had in reality been less than a minute.

He slowly regained enough equilibrium to sit up, still feeling weak as a newborn puppy. A look at the girls’ faces, at their grim satisfaction told him the story. They had done it, had repaid some of the pain he’d inflicted on Vegeta as he carried them in his womb.

He could feel the girls watching him but at the moment he only had eyes for Vegeta. “That’s what I was doing to you, wasn’t it?”

“...For the most part,” Vegeta admitted and Gohan knew what that meant. They had only given him the physical effects. The real attacks had gone on much longer, as long as he could sustain. And they had been more than physical pain; he’d raided Vegeta’s mind for the most horrific things he could find, crushing the devastated prince with them over and over again in an attempt to make him come to heel.

“They went easy on me.” Vegeta looked away, nodded and the girls weren’t done with him yet. The way they stood, small arms crossed over their chests they were the spitting image of their father the Prince.

“If he hadn’t had us to protect he would have let himself die. Did you know that?”

Gohan closed his eyes for a moment. Of course he knew. He had used Vegeta’s unborn children against him, children he’d given Vegeta no choice at all in conceiving in the first place. He didn’t want to answer Pima’s painful question but Vegeta had warned him not to coddle them. “I was counting on it. I knew… I knew that no matter what he would do whatever he had to to keep you safe.”

As tough as the twins were, Gohan could feel their devastation. He knew the pain a parent could cause their children without even meaning to, and he was ashamed to know that he’d followed in his father’s footsteps in that respect. The girls reached for each other, twisting their tails together in a gesture of comfort. Both backed up until they could each reach back and grab one of Vegeta’s legs. Piccolo gave them their moment, watching sadly. Gohan’s own heart twisted in his chest to see tears glimmering in their eyes as they looked up to their Daddy for support even as those watery eyes begged for his forgiveness.

Children after all, it seemed.

Gohan knew from painful personal experience that children had an amazing capacity for self blame, and he wondered sadly what Pima and Shishi blamed themselves for most in all this. Without them draining his body’s resources maybe Vegeta would have gotten strong enough to fight him off. Or at worst Vegeta would have been free to give him the finger and fight him to the death rather than submit to the tortures of the bond that Gohan had forced on him.

Whatever it was, he soon felt them calming under Vegeta’s influence, almost certainly reminding them that they had done nothing less than save his life and his sanity.

“I won’t make any excuses. I’m sorry I hurt him like that. I’m really, really sorry. I promise that I’ll never do anything like that again. And… thank you for showing me. I want to help your daddy now, and the better I understand how I hurt him, the better I can do that.”

That seemed to surprise them. They turned to one another, discussing what to do next, Gohan guessed, and he waited patiently.

“Just because Daddy wants things to be better doesn’t mean we forgive you yet,” Pima finally said. “But we’ll… see.”

Shishi nodded her grudging agreement. “You don’t feel the same now as you did then. We’re watching you,” she said fiercely, and Gohan couldn’t help but admire their strength and spirit.

“You girls giving me a chance is all I could ever ask for,” Gohan said smiling in relief. As painful as his first meeting with his daughters had been, it really couldn’t have gone better. It was a start. He pushed his shaky way back up to his feet, head still throbbing. “There are a couple of people I’d like you to meet, if you don’t mind.”

They graciously agreed, finally stepping away from the comfort of Vegeta’s legs and Gohan called upstairs. Videl hobbled down a few moments later, hampered by a pair of small hands circling her calf from behind.

“Pima, Shishi, this my wife, Videl, and your big sister, Pan.”

Looking up at Videl the girls frowned for a moment, turning to Vegeta. They didn’t remember her, but they could feel his uneasiness where she was concerned. Gohan envied their deep and rapid rapport as it only took a second or two for Vegeta to reassure them that he wanted them to get to know her, that given the chance she would come to care for them as she cared for her own child.

They nodded to Vegeta and turned back to Videl. Despite their eventful meeting with Gohan the girls displayed impeccable politeness, bowing deeply and thanking her for having them over. The smile Videl cracked at this told Vegeta he’d called it right. And he knew without a doubt that it wouldn’t be long before Gohan’s kindness won them over. Such sensitive minds would need all the loving support they could get, and the unorthodox family unit he was building around his girls would give them all the support they would need in the future. This new arrangement would benefit Pan as well. Once she came of age the wild power within her would start to manifest. Her father and her sisters would be the ones most able to help her learn to contain and control it.

Gohan didn’t bother to hide his own happiness, though he noted with smile that there was someone missing out. “Pan, sweetheart, come on out. Say hi!” She peeked around Videl’s legs with her big black eyes and the girls brightened when they saw their older sister for the first time. They wordlessly tempted her out from behind her mother’s legs with promises of letting her touch their soft tails. “Do you know how to fly?” Pima finally asked aloud.

Pan’s eyes lit up as well, it was one of her absolute favorite things to do. She nodded vigorously and pushed herself up off the ground. Grinning, her sisters each grabbed one of her hands in their own and lifted off as well before they took her away giggling.

“Wait!” Videl protested as they flew out the door. She began to run after them but Gohan stopped her.

“It’s okay, they’ll be fine,” Piccolo assured her. “Let them get to know each other. I told them to be back in an hour and they will be. Believe me, Pan is safe with them and I should know. Pima and Shishi have been with me since the day they were born. They know how to use their strength.”

“But Pan doesn’t, not yet! Are you sure they can protect her? They’re still so young!”

Videl frowned as the room went quiet and still and she knew she’d said something troubling. She looked to Gohan but he just smiled at her gently. More than anything she wished for their telepathy so he could tell her what the hell she’d just said.

After a few moments finally Vegeta spoke. “They’ve been on protection duty since the day they gained awareness in the womb, and they are very good at it. Pan will be fine.”

That was enough for Videl to remember. “Right. Gohan told me,” she said softly. “They protected you, didn’t they?”

“...Yeah.” Vegeta uncrossed his arms and began to walk to the door. “Enjoy the break, and don’t worry about them. They’ll call to me or Piccolo if there’s ever trouble they can’t handle.”

“Vegeta, hold on. Look, I know I’m not supposed to say anything and you won’t hear anything more from me, but… I’m so sorry.”

Videl's apology brought up more than Vegeta wanted to deal with. “I told your idiot husband I didn’t want to talk about this and I meant it! Keep your ‘sorries’ to yourself! If you really want to apologize stock up on strawberry ice cream, and keep it stocked. It’s the girls’ favorite.”

He stormed off and Videl stared after him, gaping in shock and dismay. “I just made it worse,” she groaned, wishing she hadn’t said anything but Gohan snickered.

“Hey Piccolo! Care to translate?”

The Namekian rolled his eyes, less than joyously taking the task. “Sure, I speak fluent Asshole. What he said was, ‘I don’t blame you for what you did. You have my blessing to make my beloved daughters part of your family because I know that you’ll love and care for them, and your husband is an idiot for not explaining all that to you.’”

Gohan spluttered indignantly but Piccolo just glared at him. “He’s right. You should have told her!”

Videl punched Gohan in the arm in fervent agreement with Piccolo, feeling both happiness and great relief. Though she was beginning to understand him better Vegeta was still a strange creature to her sensibilities. “Thank you, Piccolo,” she smiled.

Piccolo chuckled, clapped Gohan on the arm with a smile that said ‘well done’ before following Vegeta out. Gohan turned to his wife, picked up her hands and held them in his. “How does a body as small as yours hold a heart that big?”

“Smooth talker,” she laughed, and Gohan couldn’t help cupping her cheek and kissing that smile. “They’re so cute! And are they really younger than Pan? They act like tiny little grown-ups.”

She went on, eyes bright with excitement, making plans to have them all stay for dinner and Gohan’s heart lurched, tears gathering in his eyes. The ordeal he’d put this woman through was miles beyond a divorceable offense, and yet here she was, helping Vegeta to weave the tattered remnants of his own madness into her own family. “I’m such a blessed, lucky man. Have I said that today?”

“In fact, you have. Several times, and feel free to keep saying so,” she quipped with a wink. “Now go say goodbye to Piccolo and Vegeta. I’ve got a few things to work on. And… check on Vegeta, Gohan. Something’s… not right with him.”

It further humbled Gohan that Videl would give a damn about Vegeta’s well-being. At first he’d thought it simply guilt, or her feeling indebted to him for recognizing Pan’s problems as an infant. But it was something more than that. “You’re so understanding-”

“No I’m not,” Videl interrupted fiercely. “Not at all. I’m a realist, and I’m a fighter. We both let ourselves believe I was marrying a human named Son Gohan and it was foolish… on both our parts. Your human blood may call to me, but your Saiyan blood needs Vegeta. And I’m not willing to give up the man I love just because I won’t face the facts. So get out there and be the caring man that you are. And then… come home.”
“Always,” Gohan promised solemnly.
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“Well, I guess that could’ve gone worse. At least they didn’t make Gohan shit his pants.”

Vegeta made an amused grunt, knowing Piccolo could feel his pride in the way his girls had handled the meeting. “I think I would have enjoyed that, actually. …You do realize that as soon as they start recognizing Gohan as their father it won’t be long until they switch from calling you ‘Papa’ to ‘Grandpa.’ Even Kakarot jokes- joked about you being Gohan’s real Dad.”

Piccolo was too busy blushing and uncomfortably scratching under his hat to hear the hitch in Vegeta’s voice, but the prince’s amusement couldn’t be missed.

“Monitor them closely for the next few days. Whether they show it or not this was tough for them and they will need a little extra support.”

“I was planning to do that anyway,” Piccolo grumbled, still blushing. “I don’t need you to tell me how to raise my girls.”

“I figured. You’re good at this. Have you ever considered taking your old job back?”

Piccolo grunted. He’d managed to convince himself that Vegeta wasn’t going to bring this up, that he had someone else in mind. “That was Kami’s job, not mine, and for good reason. I’m unsuitable. Warrior clan, remember? I can’t make Dragon Balls. And then there’s that part about me trying to kill Goku and rule the world. A true Guardian can’t have even a hint of evil in his heart.”

“Not having Dragon Balls on planet isn’t a dealbreaker for me. They’re handy but I don’t want my people to get dependent on them. Besides, we’ll have access if there’s ever an emergency. And whatever evil might have once been in you, it’s gone now. I think knowledge of it can only help where my people are involved, anyway. I can find someone else,” Vegeta said, turning to look the taller Namekian dead in the eye, speaking with unshakable certainty. “But I don’t want to.”

Piccolo stared wide-eyed for a moment, but whatever he would have said was interrupted by Videl’s yell, calling him back into the house. “Whatever, it can wait. Just think about it. Now get back in there before she comes after you.”

Piccolo smiled before going back, muttering about asshole Saiyan princes who loved complicating his life.

Once he was gone Vegeta took a deep breath, realizing that the day’s work here was done, at least for him. It was time to go home.

Panic flared at the thought and Vegeta fought it with every trick he knew from the days before Goku’s steady, warm support had become his main weapon against it. It took him a few moments refocus himself, but he managed it. Before he could strengthen his shields once more Gohan startled him, running out of the house to catch him before he left.

“Vegeta, wait! I wanted to say thanks again for this. And for letting Piccolo train Pan alongside the girls from now on. I know they’ll be able to help each other.”

Vegeta nodded, still off balance. His tail flicked nervously from side to side and he didn’t seem to notice, Gohan saw with dismay. “Hey, you have time to train a little? Videl kicked me out of the house for a while and I’m bored already.”

Vegeta grimaced. After last night he was in no shape to be fighting anyone, and Gohan was the last person he needed to be around with his emotional state in such disarray. “I… can’t. Not today. I need to get back home, so-”

“Hang on a minute,” Gohan interrupted, determined to keep the prince there until he talked. “How’s Dad taking all this?”

“Not well,” Vegeta snorted, a little of his fire finally surfacing. “He listened when I told him you were set to meet the girls but he shut down on me after that. It’s nothing new.”

Gohan blinked widely for a moment; Vegeta never opened up about his relationship with his father, at least not like this. It wasn’t like him. ‘What the hell is going on here?’

“When you go home could you tell him again that I’d still love for him to come over for dinner… maybe tonight? With Piccolo and the girls here that might be enough of a buffer between us to-”

Vegeta’s harsh laugh interrupted him, the unchecked movements of his tail betraying his increased agitation. “You think I haven’t been trying?! He’s not going to listen to me. And he’s never in the mood to talk after I see you, Gohan.” He could tell by the way Vegeta clicked his jaw shut around his words, the shadow that passed over his face that things were worse than he’d imagined.

“What do you mean?”

Vegeta cursed, spinning around, trying to rein in the mess of his own emotions. ‘I can’t stay here. I’m too unstable for this right now…’ “It’s nothing. I’m just tired and babbling. Look, I need to go.”

Gohan’s hands spun a shocked Vegeta around to face him and Vegeta’s shoulder muscles tensed under his hands, his eyes closed in a flinch.

No anger, no irritation… just fear. Gohan’s heart skipped a beat. ‘It’s not me he’s afraid of.’

He got hold of himself and used his stolen knowledge, softening his voice and hands the way his father might have at a time like this. “Hey. You’ve got to tell me. What’s going on with Dad?”

A hard swallow, the increase in nervous lashings of Vegeta’s tail took Gohan from uneasy to near panic. “I see you, I go home and he’s there waiting, out of control. It’s just rage and hate and I can’t feel any of him inside of it. He doesn’t remember what he’s done even after he’s had time to calm down-”

Gohan was preparing to Transmit before Vegeta finished talking but he managed to snatch Gohan’s hand away before his finger touched his head. “This is between him and me. It isn’t your concern, Gohan,” he growled. “There’s something wrong with him… I think he doesn’t know how to process what he’s feeling so it’s manifesting like this. But that’s just a guess, without him I… he’s the one that works out the ‘feelings’ stuff. I won’t have you making him feel like shit for something that isn’t his fault!”

“Whatever is happening it’s because of me. If he won’t listen to you then I have to do something!”

“I’m no princess in a tower Gohan. It’s nothing I can’t handle. If he were doing something wrong I would stop him. But he’s not doing anything wrong, he’s not,” Vegeta said in a tone that sounded like he’d repeated that phrase to himself on a loop.

Reluctantly Gohan stopped his arguing. Vegeta wasn’t strong enough to beat his father in a fight right now but he didn’t have to be. Mentally he was the stronger and as long as Goku didn’t order him otherwise he could use their bond to shut Goku down to stop him doing anything Vegeta didn’t want. But there were some things - Gohan knew - that Vegeta could not do. There were few certainties in his world, and first among them was that Goku would never do anything to harm him. Without that foundation Vegeta would never have been able to come back from his own attacks.

The only two times Vegeta had ever tolerated abuse were in Gohan’s case, and now with his father; all others who’d harmed him were dead or severely punished by his hand. The former because he’d chosen to for the sake of his mate, the latter because admitting that Goku could harm him would destroy Vegeta. He’d convinced himself he wasn’t being mistreated out of pure self-defense.

“If you won’t let me force the issue you’ve got to at least let me help you!”

“How, Gohan? There’s nothing you can do. Fuck off and forget I said anything.”

“No. You said something because you feel safe with me now. I need to honor that, okay? Just let me think… Are some times worse than others? Does he always completely lose control?”

Vegeta’s eyes widened, following Gohan’s thoughts. “Now that you mention it, those first two times you and I met up, when we would just talk it wasn’t so bad. Things only escalated once I… once I started sparring with you.”

“Okay, what about being sick? Has he had a fever lately?”

“No. Wait… headaches. Really bad ones, I think… I don’t know. The first few times it happened I felt it before he dropped out of contact.”

“And yesterday?” Gohan asked gently. If he was correct Goku would have been especially difficult to deal with.

The stresses of the wild power at Gohan’s command were sometimes difficult to bear, but being around Vegeta made those stresses go away. The last time they’d met it had been a bad week, and Vegeta’s presence wasn’t helping the way it normally did. He would never have presumed to ask for more than simply being near him, but Vegeta had seen through his inability to focus on his training to his troubled soul. Vegeta had let him lay his head on his lap, had even touched his mind, taking over enough to calm his racing heart so he could sleep.

It had simply been an act of mercy on Vegeta’s part, easing the suffering of his mate’s child. But it had meant the world to Gohan. Maybe he would have done it to ease the suffering of any of his people, but for that time Gohan let himself selfishly and quite happily believe that he was special. When he awoke with his head still on his beloved’s lap he’d felt more calm, more at peace than he’d been in months. It killed him to hear that Vegeta had been somehow punished for that kindness.

“I’m not asking what he did, Vegeta. I just want to know if things were worse than before.”

“...Yes. By far.”

“Come on,” Gohan said after a curse, pushing Vegeta back into the house and marching him straight up the stairs. “You need to take a shower. Scrub down a couple of times and make sure you wash your hair too. Just leave your clothes here; I’ll wash them. Videl bought me some new clothes yesterday. They’ll be a bit big on you but since they haven’t been worn it should work fine.”

“Wait… you think this is all just a scent thing?”

“I know it’s a factor. Even before all this started, after Dad came back from the dead I always knew when you’d been sparring with him even if it was hours before because I could smell him on you,” he mused, absently pulling Vegeta up toward the guest bathroom. “It used to make me feel really angry or irritated and back then I didn’t know why. I’ve been playing around with Saiyan genome sequencing and though it’s pretty slow going I’m learning a lot. I have reason to believe that - genetically speaking - we’re just giant sentient apes that learned to take on humanoid form thousands of years ago. It’s actually pretty fascinating… But anyway, whether that’s true or not, scent still rules our more primitive actions. I’m sure that’s not all but I’m guessing it’s a big part of what’s happening-”

“Gohan…”

“-so when you’re done leave from here and go straight home, don’t worry about Piccolo or the girls, I’ll tell them you had to leave early. And I’ll train on my own for a few days at least, maybe that will be enough to let him get himself under control again. Here we are.” Gohan finally turned, and frowned, seeing Vegeta looking strangely dazed. “Hey, are you okay? You look flushed.” He used his free hand to touch his forehead with the back of his hand, then the side of his neck but he didn’t seem to be running any hotter than normal.

“Gohan.”

“Oh!” He realized what he was doing, that he’d also been touching Vegeta in some way non-stop since their conversation had begun. Suddenly the clinical touch verged on the intimate. Though Gohan still had a protective streak where Vegeta was concerned he kept it under control, very rarely overstepping the necessary boundaries of their unconventional - and delicate - relationship. He was a demonstrative person when he was comfortable, Vegeta always took it as such before…

But this was different. They’d been here before, back when Gohan was still a teenager and Vegeta had desperately needed the touch of a man who was far beyond his reach. Now that Gohan was looking for it he could see it, plain as day. That same confused vulnerability he’d seen in Vegeta when his father was dead was present once more, and he was dealing with it in exactly the same way, using a familiar kind of pain to escape from one he didn’t understand. Even now Gohan could feel him trying to sink himself into his body’s complaints, using it to not only center himself, but to escape the raw wound left behind by his own father’s neglect.

Just as he had before, during the long years of Goku’s absence from Earth.

‘Hell, Dad… he’s calling for you so loud even I can hear it. Why aren’t you answering him? Why aren’t you helping him?!’

“There’s something wrong with your bond, isn’t there?” Gohan murmured. “You get lost without him. Vegeta… whatever’s happening with Dad, you can’t keep going like this.”

“What the fuck else am I supposed to do? After all the crap I’ve put Kakarot through, after all the absolute shit that has crawled out of me to keep him up at night… He needs help, not condemnation. I’m going to figure this out!”

“I know, I know, and I’m not telling you to walk away, but… there’s another option. You don’t have to do this alone.”

Vegeta didn’t answer in words, but a shiver ran through him, his breathing sped up.

Vegeta’s skin under his fingers burned Gohan’s where they touched and every fantasy Gohan had screamed for his attention. But he wasn’t the same boy he’d been the last time they’d been in this moment together, too unsure of himself to act on his feelings. He was confident enough now to make the offer he should have made back then. “I know you. I can give you back some of what you get from him. I can hold you until you feel stronger, you can trust me to stop there. Dad will understand, when he’s back to normal. He wouldn’t want you to suffer like this.”

Vegeta could feel Gohan brushing against his currently pathetic excuse for mental shielding, offering the support and stability he’d been lacking. It would work, giving him a temporary but effective fix for the swirling storm of excruciating emptiness inside him. Gohan wasn’t his father. But he was a true reflection of Goku’s goodness, that light that Vegeta had long ago become dependent on. Accepting that mental touch, inviting it in would soothe the pain, give him space to breathe… he needed it, and yet he didn’t dare accept the all too tempting offer.

Gohan was only suggesting that he crack open the door… But as a man dying of thirst could never be satisfied with a trickle of water, his need would throw even a small connection to Gohan wide open. And Vegeta doubted he’d have the strength to close it again before he went farther than was wise.

He chuckled bitterly. “Surprisingly I appreciate the offer, but no. Not a good idea.”

It wasn’t the answer Gohan dreamed of hearing but it was one he expected. Through so little contact as fingertips on skin he could see what Vegeta really wanted; the desire for the loving touch and steady support he relied on from his father was close to overwhelming him. He was so desperate for even a taste of it that Gohan knew that he only had to open his arms and Vegeta would be in them in seconds, to do with whatever he pleased.

The monster in his blood sensed an opportunity, reared its head and roared Take…

And just as loudly Gohan roared back, quelling it with his own practised control. Never Again!

That Vegeta didn’t seem to notice his struggle was telling. He was so badly in need it was almost an emotional form of his heat cycle… So why wasn’t Vegeta accepting his help when he so clearly needed it? Was Vegeta refusing him to spare Goku’s feelings by not taking comfort elsewhere? Or was he sparing Gohan by not selfishly using him?

//Little of column A, little of column B. If you insist on touching me don’t think so loud; my control is on the fritz… as I believe you’ve noticed.//

Vegeta’s eyes fairly begged him to go along with the forced levity that was his attempt to step back from the edge of something dangerous, to give them both a relatively comfortable ‘out.’ Gohan allowed himself a moment, committing every detail of this moment to his vivid memory. Finally he chuckled, reluctantly taking his hands away and stepping back. “All right, all right. I’m going. But if you change your mind… ‘Insert lewd and/or lascivious comment here.’”

“Really?” Vegeta smirked. “That’s the best you can do?”

“Um… wait, I can do better. If you change your mind I’ll be the phasor to your electron and take you to an excited state. You give me more pep than a mitochondria!”

Vegeta groaned, chuckling despite himself at the ridiculous lines. “Oh shit. Shut up. Please.”

“Well, what did you expect? Instead of learning sexy banter in high school I was reading books about genome sequencing. Lucky you! We can’t all be champs at it like Dad.”

Vegeta forgot about… well, everything else for a moment, his eyes widening. “How did you know that?!”

Gohan laughed, remembering the occasion. “He got a little tipsy when I was young and I heard him trying to dirty talk my mom. It ended just the way you might imagine. She hit him with the frying pan. I asked him what it all meant when he woke up in the morning but for some strange reason he wouldn’t explain!”

“The man is a fucking degenerate,” Vegeta groaned.

Gohan left him then, and the smile slid from his face. He didn’t have long to get himself back under control. Hopefully Gohan was right, that Goku would be easier to handle after his careful preparations, but if Vegeta had learned one thing in his life it was to expect the worst.

The twins inside him hadn’t inherited much of his mental strength, but they did respond to his moods occasionally. Their questing tendrils of primitive thought reached him now, demanding his attention. He responded with soothing comfort, successfully calming them even though they usually preferred to have both their parents’ attention when they were distraught. It was a sad realization. ‘You stopped expecting him to respond… He’s not talking to you either, is he?’

Vegeta knew despair. It had been quite some time since it had been this close to swallowing him though.

He turned the shower water on full heat, filling the bathroom with steam and fogging every available mirror before undressing. He held on to the control he’d managed to gain with an iron will before speaking his children once more.

//Don’t worry. I’m not giving up. I don’t give a damn what it takes, I’m bringing your father back to you.//

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Next: A long-kept secret pushes Goku to the breaking point. With neither man able to seek out help for his own reasons, will help find them in time?

Please forgive me for not doing RR yet, my head is killing me at the moment!
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