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Dragonball E	By : Manjoumenyah Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1675 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z or it's characters and I make no money off this story.

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Author Notes : I do not own Dragonball Z or any characters within, except Jaxom Windrunner and any others who are OC-non-canon types.

Warnings : Yaoi, male/male for those who don’t like it and violence. There will be hints at smut but no detail, implied noncon situations and torture.

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Dragonball E

Chapter 4

By B. Amos

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The week and a half that went by prior to the tournament was grueling and tense. Bulma wondered if there was some saiyajin relations war or something going on. At any mention of Goku, Vegeta would bare his teeth at her and hiss and growl. So she made it a point to really let her old friend know that it would probably be safest if him and his boys kept their distance till the tournament. She wasn't sure if Vegeta had included Goten and Gohan with their father on his little 'ban' but she wasn't going to take any chances. Turles and Raditz were coming up to speed at an admirable rate and she was aware they didn't hesitate to do as their prince ordered, so it would be messy if a little war blew up on her back lawn.

She tried to figure out just what was eating at her one time lover. She even went so far as to try and get answers from his new cohorts. She tried food in a last ditch effort but they didn't disclose anything. Raditz had, for a brief moment, seemed interested in just telling her what was going on but it was her versus Vegeta's wrath and the victor in that was pretty evident so he stayed quiet.

The training was halted for a couple hours the day before the tournament as they took their respective breaks. Turles made use of the pool, swimming casual circles while his nephew was sprawled out on the roof, taking a nap in the warm sun. His repaired armor had been discarded so that he was merely in his battle shorts. The long haired saiyajin didn't move as he was joined by the namekian. They sat there in silence, his eyes closed contently while the green warrior stared at him and after a lengthy time had passed, Raditz saw fit to acknowledge him. "What is it, green man? I know I'm attractive, but your kind can't do much for mine..." He cracked an eye open as Piccolo snorted.

"Don't flatter yourself. I'd like to know why Vegeta is fighting with Goku. It seems a little out of the blue to feel so intense."

Raditz huffed, propping himself on his elbows as he gave the other alien an incredulous look. "You can't tell me that he doesn't understand what Prince Vegeta is angry about...I know Kakarot is an idiot, but is he honestly that clueless?" The stern glare was answer enough and he sighed again. "It drives the prince nuts when Kakarot shirks his saiyajin heritage. As a matter of fact, it gets on my nerves too. And his ignorance makes the prince suffer in another manner as well...But I'm just not at liberty to tell you that part."

"And what if I make you?" He was at his wits end. In lieu of Vegeta, he filled in as Goku's training partner. Despite that, it was easy to tell that the Earth raised saiyajin was incredibly discontent and they all knew the source and said source was being difficult. Piccolo crossed his arms, wondering just how rough the revived saiyajins were having it under their prince's training routine. Judging from the scratches and bruises, it looked painful. "If we can fix things between them, maybe Vegeta won't use you two as punching bags anymore."

"Eh?" Raditz looked at himself, then smirked at Piccolo, "He hasn't laid a finger on us...Actually he's making us spar each other under increasing pressure...And look, even if you learn what the core issue really is, the only way to really set it on the way to a mended bridge is not only to get Kakarot to accept and embrace his heritage, but to get that woman of his out of the picture."

"You saiyajins are ridiculous." He was given a shrug to which Piccolo snorted, he remembered the trash talk about Chi-chi. Gohan in no way had witnessed any incidents to collaborate with their noses. That wasn't to say he watched her every moment of every day, but the idea that his loyal and loving mother would do such a thing was preposterous. Piccolo was not so entirely inclined to agree, for she had plenty of reason to do it actually. Goku being dead for seven years being a big one. However Gohan asked him to not entertain such a thought, let alone let Vegeta and the others continue to make those claims. He whole heartedly agreed to his pupil's request, "She isn't cheating on Goku."

Raditz stared a little, then shrugged. He himself had not picked up on anything when they first came back, but Vegeta and Turles were so adamant on what they smelled, he was convinced. "Whatever you say, but you don't have any more proof for your claim than the others do for theirs." He smiled, a little smug in a sweet manner, "So we'll make it a race to prove whether she's innocent or guilty. Then we'll present Kakarot with the evidence either way and let him decide for himself."

Piccolo narrowed his eyes at the saiyajin. Why did everything have to be a damn competition with them?

~+~

The tournament grounds were abuzz with activity and Goku found the excitement infectious enough it was beating out his dread at possibly running into the other saiyajins. He felt so out of place for the last two weeks. The alienation from Vegeta then his wife and her 'humans do this', 'humans do that', and 'this is how it is for humans'. Goku just couldn't figure out what to do, what to say or how to act.

Part of him actually had wanted to head back to Capsule Corporation numerous times. He had living relatives now of whom he could ask a million questions...Yet he wasn't exactly welcome over there. He had debated just heading over but chose to call his old friend and see what her input on the matter was. Bulma had made his choice just a little easier by insisting that he just plain stayed away from wherever his rival was for the time being. It was likely Vegeta would make it hell for him to catch up with his estranged relatives.

And of course, the back and forth missives of information just added to the confusion and stress. Piccolo told him how Vegeta and his...uncle as it seemed, were convinced Chi-chi was cheating on him. Gohan told him they were overreacting to nothing and that all was well. But once in a while his wife's scent was a little off and she had yet to really coax him into relations in the bedroom...So Goku was fairly clueless on where his thoughts were supposed to focus on that matter. So instead of worrying about the drama on all sides, he simply threw himself into training with his sons and Piccolo so that he would be at the top of his game for the tournament. See no evil, hear no evil would work for the time being.

After visiting some of the stall vendors and picking up some friends along the way, they arrived at the preliminary testers. It was different then he recalled, contestants now had to punch a machine to get in rather than fight at the start. They watched as Turles stepped over to put his punch in and Goku noticed that the prince and his brother were close by in the crowd. Gohan leaned towards him, whispering softly, "We'll have to be really careful...We might break the machines if we're-"

KABLAM!

"God damn it, Turles!!" The Sons jumped and looked to their left where Raditz covered his face as Vegeta cursed at the other warrior. The judges looked aghast at the destruction and the Goku look alike huffed. He was granted entry, though the judge warned that should he win, the cost would be pulled from the prize money.

"The what?" He questioned, uncertain of what they were talking about but he got pulled back by his eldest nephew, grunting when he was elbowed in the gut by Vegeta. "Ow..."

"Idiot, now we have to wait for them to get another machine...Why the hell they couldn't do preliminary matches is beyond me." The short saiyajin huffed and crossed his arms, eyes averted as the Sons approached them. He bristled, snarling softly in an unwelcoming fashion as Turles and Raditz frowned at each other.

"Good job, you monkeys." Piccolo grunted, stepping up behind Raditz as he watched the humans work on carting in a new machine. "Which one of you broke it?"

"Uncle." Raditz glanced back at him, smirking. His outrageous mane was messily tamed with some violet ribbon that kept it bound in a long, unkempt ponytail. He was wearing a body suit similar to what Vegeta usually wore with his armor except it was black and sleeveless, a violet Capsule Corp. bolero vest with matching boots and fingerless gloves that matched. The namekian tried not to take note that he looked rather nice in the outfit much less with his hair pulled back.

On a second glance, Piccolo noticed they were all wearing similar outfits to one another, though Vegeta had opted for white with a jacket instead of a vest, gloves with fingers and black while Turles wore blue with a vest and fingerless gloves like Raditz and black. Vegeta snorted as they were being looked over, shoulders relaxing slightly, "Bulma wouldn't shut up about matching..."

"Some nonsense about 'Team Saiyajin' or something equally idiotic." Turles rolled his eyes.

The tension had eased a little bit it seemed, which Piccolo was grateful for. Perhaps the destruction of a punch machine had not been in vain after all. The crowd looked over as the second machine was carted over and set up. Raditz made his way to it and prepared to give it a jab, though he faltered a little. He was worried he wouldn't have enough force pulled back to keep from breaking it. He shot the others a nervous glance before he gave it a shot and thanked the Gods it didn't break. A number rang up and he was prepared to move away when the judges stopped him.

"I'm sorry, there must be something wrong with this thing..." The man with a mustache muttered, adjusting the settings. The number was much too high to be normal, at least to the humans running the machine. Raditz arched a brow.

"Uh..."

"Please, give it another try, sir."

He gave it another jab and roughly the same number appeared. He watched with some amusement as the humans looked quite confused. Goku took his turn, giving it a light, swift punch and his reading beat his brother's by just a hair. Every warrior gave it a shot till Vegeta was left and the humans chose then to try and mull over the erratic results. "It must be on the fritz...No way those numbers were right..."

"Move." Vegeta snarled harshly, stepping up and giving it the same thrashing Turles had given it's predecessor. It went sailing to crash into a far wall. Goku and the others shook their heads and slapped their palms to the foreheads as he came back. "There...Let's get this show on the road."

~+~

"So, who's got wh-Oh come on!! Gohan and me?! Well, I'm done for. No foolin'." Krillin sulked and the saiyajins smirked at him, in between plates at the buffet. A few hundred plates were already off to the side, clear of even bone most of which went to Goku's uncle.

"Too bad..." Raditz crooned, the small man shot him a dirty look, "I had hoped I would be fighting you...Maybe give you a chance at some payback, ne? Who's this Mr. Satan person again?"

"My father." Videl answered. Gohan prayed that Raditz would observe the tournament rules and not kill his girlfriend's father. He would never hear from her again! She smiled, oblivious to the man's true ferocity, "He's a great hero, I'm sure you'd recognize him."

Vegeta's smirk broadened as Raditz simply sat there, dark eyes glancing up, down and everywhere else as he tried to understand what any of that meant to him. She gestured to a picture on the wall which he glanced at before suddenly guffawing. "That moronic peacock?! Seriously? Ooh, can I really go to town on him?!" The saiyajin bounced energetically, hand in the air like an eager child asking their teacher a question they were dying to get an answer for. Piccolo snorted at his enthusiasm, entertained. Videl's brow twitched in irritation.

"Now look..." All eyes turned to Goku as he gave his brother and uncle a stern frown. "You can't kill anyone here. If they aren't one of us, except Videl, knock them out of the ring. Don't go nuts on them...Please."

The Earth raised saiyajin's jaw tightened as the two gave him disgruntled looks. It looked like Goku's warning had sucked all of the energy out of the both of them and they sat there, looking like a pair of scolded, disenchanted kids. "So basically, we're going to be bored out of our skulls until our second rounds. Wonderful. Hey, Kakarot, why don't you tell me I can't keep eating?" Turles chomped down on a sizable turkey leg that was bare of meat, breaking it in two, bone and all. Videl's jaw dropped as Goku hung his head and the tension started to return.

"Enough of this. Waiting your turn to go all out isn't going to hurt you." 18 tapped a finger on the table, more than bored enough for everyone present. "You aren't the only ones with weak match-ups."

Vegeta stared ahead at nothing in particular. His stomach was in too twisted a shape to enjoy any of the food and he was too distracted to pay attention to the banter. That creeping, dark feeling was back in full force...It felt so strong, it was practically breathing down his neck. He swallowed the lump in his throat. There was something horribly wrong going on at this tournament, if not then, it would be later when...He blinked, forgetting the nightmarish vision when he felt a weight settle onto his shoulder and he looked over to see his rival's concern. He suddenly remembered that he was neither talking to him or acknowledging his presence, even though that brief eye contact most likely betrayed his worry. The prince roughly twisted his shoulder away from that gentle hand and removed himself from the table.

Gohan blinked, looking up as Vegeta left. He then noticed his father's pained look. It didn't take a genius to know that it was killing Goku to be ignored like that, especially by his long time rival and he didn't seem he had the real will to chase after. He couldn't blame him, for all they knew it could get vicious if he did. With a soft sigh, he quickly excused himself before he pursued Vegeta. The older man wasn't aiming to go far though, so it didn't take him long to catch up. "Vegeta..."

"Shut up. I don't want to hear it."

"Well, you will." He grabbed the other warrior's shoulder, stopping him before he made him turn around to face him. Gohan stared down at Vegeta with both hands braced on his shoulders while the shorter man cocked his head. It threw him off a little, seeing the plain, unhardened expression on the prince's face. He almost looked tired or was it some sort of wistfulness he was seeing? The longer the seconds ticked, the more Gohan noticed, like the way his breathing seemed almost labored, heavy. His mind was blank for a moment, forgetting what exactly he had intended to say to try and resolve everything. He was jarred back to the here and now when Vegeta leaned up and pressed their lips together.

The kiss was curious and he really didn't understand why he hauled off and did it. Maybe it had been the way Gohan had just been standing there and staring at him. Something about the Great Saiyaman outfit was alluring, letting him realize just what sort of fit sire the brat he had first met had grown into. Maybe it had to do with some lingering effect from that look in Kakarot's eyes, that pain from being avoided, the sadness. The smells, the tension, the precognitive fear. It was all swimming in and out of his head. In any case, he saw an opening, a single opportunity and he went for it, leaning up on his toes to break the distance. Gohan had tensed, but had not made any move to part from it. The second felt like an unmoving eternity before he broke the simple kiss.

The younger man looked shocked, his face pink and his jaw dangling slightly. Even through the dark shades, he could see his eyes were wide with wonder. Vegeta's brow knit together, studying him a little as Gohan slowly came to his senses and clamped his mouth shut.

"Wh-wh-why did you just...What the hell, Vegeta?" Gohan stuttered. The prince frowned a little, then shrugged, looking uncertain in response to his puzzled stammering.

"I'm not sure. I can't say I regret doing it though." From what he could smell, the younger man hadn't really minded it as much as his stupefied expression was letting on. He took advantage of the continued state of shock to slide by him, heading back for the dining tables where the others were. Something in the back of his mind was calling him a horrible backstabber and he wasn't sure why until he brushed by Kakarot who was on his feet and had started to turn to him.

It felt like everything had slowed down, everyone else was busy talking amongst themselves. They didn't notice how Vegeta looked up and Goku looked down as he turned, and the look on his face when he noticed something different...

Vegeta knew he smelled enough like Gohan now for something to click.

End of chapter 4

I swear...When I got the end here, songs like 'Eyes on Me' from FF8, '1000 Words' from FF10, 'Tamashii no Refrain' by Megumi Hayashibara and 'Simple and Clean' from Kingdom Hearts started up on my media list.
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