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The Spaces In Between	By : ctsama Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1625 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Part 2

It was late at night when Vegeta decided it was safe enough to head back to his rooms. It was a long walk with his heart in his throat, but he relaxed as soon as he crossed the threshold. His father never came here, preferring to send for his son when he was needed.

Vegeta took a deep breath, relaxed once more into his musings and headed for his bedroom, stripping out of his robe and armor as he went.

Stubborn Little Kakarot hadn’t been far from his thoughts all day. ‘The child was so bright and gentle like his mother, but someday he’ll probably surpass his father in strength. But his mind was so open, and far more talented in ability than most. So why hadn’t he accepted anyone else’s mental touch before now? I wonder if I should try to reach out to him again-’

Vegeta’s thoughts were painfully interrupted by a sharp blow that knocked him out of his strangely pleasant thoughts. He flew backward into the wall, hitting his head hard enough to daze him for a moment. When he looked up it was into the cold, disapproving eyes of his father the King.

“Vegeta, Prince of All Saiyans, nursemaid to third-class breeders. So taken with one of them he hasn’t the brains to avoid an ambush, like an untrained infant,” King Vegeta sneered, kicking his son and heir across the face once more for good measure. Vegeta took the blow without protest, accustomed to his father’s teaching methods by now. Though he respected and maintained a fierce loyalty to the man, he didn’t like him.

At all.

And those feelings were mutual. There was no question as to who was the stronger between them, and the King’s pride in his son’s power warred with his resentment at no longer being the strongest Saiyan. But Vegeta wasn’t ready - yet - to go against his king. Pure strength and being a natural on any battlefield had earned him the respect of the military, but he lacked a few key political alliances to make a successful ascension possible. The true punishment in the beatings he received was the reminder of that fact, not so much the pain in them.

“Outside of battle you are soft,” the King spat. “Time and time again I’ve tried to warn you but you continually fail to heed me. If your younger brother hadn’t proved such a weakling I wouldn’t even bother with you, so great is that deficiency in you, you understand? You must remain above your subjects. Untouchable. Feared. A Saiyan King cannot afford to be soft, cannot be moved. You must never, ever allow your feelings to cloud your judgment.”

Vegeta made no outward show - at least he hoped he didn’t - but in his mind he fumed. He wouldn’t allow his father to convince him that giving a shit about their people’s lives, and that wanting something other than a solitary life were such terrible things.

His father sighed in disappointment. “If and when your people recognize your weakness they will lose their fear of you, and you will lose control over them. They will destroy you and you’ll have no one to blame but yourself. Now. Since you shirked your duties at the ceremony earlier I have other duties for you to perform. Lord Freeza will be here in a matter of weeks and there are things you must know before that time if you are to be a proper Prince by then. Report to me first thing in the morning.”

Vegeta watched his father stalk toward the door, snarling to himself at the unfairness of the attack. ‘Men fifty years my senior follow my orders without question and I’m not a proper prince yet? Asshole.’

His father wasn’t done yet though. “It would be a shame,” he said from the doorway without turning. “If anything happened to the ‘Lady,’ wouldn’t it?”

Vegeta had faced entire armies without blinking, but his father’s threat sent a chill up his spine.

“I don’t care how you do it but you will deal with the distraction you displayed today. Do it. Or I will.”

Vegeta held himself still through force of will but inside he was shaking. Once the King knew his words had sunk in he finally left with a disgusted snort. Vegeta licked the blood off the corner of his mouth and spat it on the cold stone floor. He stared at it for a moment, giving his thoughts to the strange and wonderful woman he’d met and the remarkable child she held in her womb, weighing his options.

He couldn’t afford for his father to catch him woolgathering about them again. If his inattention continued to be a problem he didn’t doubt that his father would indeed have them killed just to teach him a lesson, even if it cost him potentially two powerful warriors.

The thought enraged him. Maybe his father really was just trying to help him in his way to be a better ruler. Maybe the king had a point, maybe he truly was soft.

‘But that’s my own failing. And it has nothing to do with Gine or her family. I don’t care what my father says. A King should use his power to protect such people, not threaten their lives.’

Once he was acting King he would have the power to protect Gine and her unborn child from his father’s wrath. And he could give that child a better life than his own, one with actual choices and possibilities.

But he wasn’t king, not yet. And nothing short of killing his father and his spies would guarantee their safety.

Vegeta couldn’t yet fight his father. And he knew in his heart he would never be able to stop thinking about the day’s events, never be able to let go of how good it had felt to just relax and be accepted.

Be happy.

All he could do to protect them was... let them go.

But it wasn’t fair, he had wanted- ‘No. It doesn’t matter what I want. There’s no other way,’ Vegeta thought bitterly.

With great reluctance and strangely, more sorrow than he’d ever felt before he made the difficult decision to put the mother and child out of his mind, destroying one of only two good memories he had that hadn’t required the shedding of blood to achieve. Without exceptional recall the child who had made such an impression on him would not even remember him much past today, if at all. Vegeta knew he would be no more than an anecdote that Kakarot’s mother told him in passing when he was older. He knew this, should have been okay with it. Normal children weren’t meant to retain that time in their lives, it was simply the way of things.

But part of him couldn’t help hoping for the impossible, hoping that Kakarot’s memory of him would stay traveled enough not to fade. Maybe someday… if the child ever did come looking for him Kakarot could make him remember too, his mind was certainly strong enough for the task. He’d be King by then, there would be nothing his father could do about it. Maybe they could be comrades, fighting side by side or even back to back…

Maybe they could even be friends. He’d never had a friend before.

Vegeta felt that tightening in his chest that he felt sometimes when he realized how alone he really was. He shut his eyes and tried to kill the feeling like he usually did but it wasn’t working. He felt like he couldn’t breathe and Vegeta gasped for breath though he hadn’t even been exerting himself.

‘Please,’ he finally begged the universe at large. ‘Remember me, Kakarot. If you come find me and touch my mind I’ll remember you. I’ll protect you, I swear I’ll keep you safe. And I’ll be a good friend- I’ll learn how to be a good friend to you. Please, find me someday…’

He swallowed hard, fought his body and managed to regain enough control to begin the process before he could lose his nerve and change his mind. He turned his focus inward, tearing down the pathways that would lead to those memories.

He had never tried anything like this before and he had no way of testing his work, no way of knowing that some of the connections and associations he’d made were simply too strong to be completely destroyed. Though the core memory disappeared from his awareness everything Gine and her unborn son had awakened - or pushed along - remained.

The end result was several missing hours and a new kind of pain.

All that consciously remained was a deep and hollow sadness Vegeta didn’t quite understand, along with that intense loneliness that he knew all too well. He rose from what had obviously been an unexpected attack - his Father, it had to be… ‘what did I do this time?’ - on steady legs but his head ached inside and out and he was exhausted.

He had no memory of the attack that must have put him in that state but judging from the condition of both his body and his room he knew better than to pursue his curiosity.

Suddenly feeling very cold and very alone Vegeta crawled into bed. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d lost something terribly important and the harder he tried to banish it the harder he shivered wide-eyed under his sheets.

Sleep would not come for him. He had a feeling that the morning wouldn’t bring an easy day.

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It was cold and bright, and so very loud. He wanted His Person to sing to him again, to make it all go away so he could be happy.

But His Person wasn’t there.

His Person was his, where else could he have been? Where was he? Kakarot yelled and screamed angrily but no one seemed to understand his demands. Finally soft, warm hands lifted him, soothed him, even sang to him. This was Mother, His Person had told him. He knew her feel, knew her voice. She cared for him very much, His Person had also told him so. He calmed even though he couldn’t feel the music properly, in his mind the way he liked it.

His Person wanted him to stay calm so he wouldn’t hurt Mother. He remembered and stopped his screaming.

He liked Mother. He fussed whenever she tried to put him down and she would laugh and pick him up again. He liked the sound of her laugh. And her voice as well; he sorted through the things he’d picked up from His Person so he could understand some of her words when she spoke to him.

One day she held him close and told him about other people, about Big Brother and Father. They were both away and Mother missed them, especially Father. Father cared for Kakarot too, and he would come back soon, Mother said.

At first he’d been afraid of Father; His Person had felt bad things when he thought of Father.

But Kakarot’s Father was good and a strong fighter, Mother said so. Kakarot thought that maybe Father could be Father to His Person too, nice and good so he didn’t have to feel bad things anymore.

He didn’t understand why His Person wasn’t coming to see him, or why Mother wouldn’t bring them together. No matter how hard he tried to communicate no one understood him the way His Person had and the frustration drove him into rages only Mother’s warmth could stop.

Then one day he woke in a strange place. Mother wasn’t there and he missed her. She had told him she wouldn’t send him away like the other children, that she was going to raise him herself and he knew that was Truth. So where was she?

He screamed and screamed but His Person wasn’t there either. It wasn’t fair, he wasn’t supposed to be all by himself! Tears of anger gave way to bitter tears of loneliness and sorrow.

He was all alone, and it was terrible.

The man who finally found and took care of him was kind enough, and he tried to be good for the man but he was still so frustrated. No one would take him to find His Person, and now Mother was gone too. It was lonely again, so lonely.

The new man called him by a word he didn’t recognize. It was a name word and he didn’t like it. He already had one and it certainly wasn’t that. In his beautiful voice His Person had called him ‘Kakarot.’ In her soft, soothing voice Mother had called him Kakarot as well.

Kakarot, Kakarot, Kakarot! he tried to scream sometimes, but he couldn’t make it sound the same as when Mother or His Person had said it and the man did not understand him.

One day it occurred to his young mind that Mother and His Person might be in trouble. Mother wasn’t very strong like His Person was. His Person fought a lot and was very powerful. But even though he had tried to hide it, Kakarot knew that sometimes things happened to him, things that made him sad and things that made him tired and hurt.

Maybe one of those things had happened to him, maybe Mother as well. Nothing else would have kept them from him, he just knew it.

Mother and His Person needed his help.

Finally he decided to go and find them himself. The next time the new man came and picked him up he kicked and punched and squirmed, and ran away as fast as his tiny legs would carry him when the new man was finally forced to put him down. He ran and ran, searched and searched, and as he searched a rock loosened underfoot. He slipped and tumbled down and down and down into a ravine. There was pain, so much pain as his head impacted something hard. His vision faded and when it finally returned, he remembered desperately searching for… someone. But he’d forgotten all about Mother. Forgotten all about His Person as well.

All that followed him from one life to the next was the pain. His body hurt. His head hurt. He hissed when a shaft of light pierced his eyes as he tried to open them. He blinked in confusion at a man looking at him happily. The man smiled, then laughed. Held his hand and called him ‘Goku.’

Goku smiled back. It was… a name. His name.

He liked that name.

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Goku saw the sword in Krillin’s hand, poised to strike and something deep inside him screamed out in protest… and a deep, profound pain. Somehow Krillin heard not only his cry, but the pain in it as well and it spoke volumes about their friendship that his fellow warrior had even listened to his plea.

In the end he’d been able to put his feelings into the right words, words that made Krillin lower that gods-forsaken sword. Words, so many confused, inaccurate words to convey such a simple message, one that held more truth than he’d ever known, yet he himself didn’t truly understand.

‘He’s here… for me.’

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Vegeta drifted in nothingness. He saw nothing, heard nothing, felt nothing. The last thing he remembered was reaching out to that foolish Kakarot, trying his best to get him to see past his imposed humanity and embrace his true potential and then…

Then he had died, fallen like the rest of his people to Freeza’s cruelty. Worst of all, he’d died without getting revenge for all the humiliations, the shameful acts Freeza had subjected him to.

And now, here, in this place he was still not allowed to join his fallen people.

‘Is this the Namekian idea of hell?’

He rethought that last. Though the state of the afterlife probably had to do with the destruction of the planet, stagnation truly was his idea of hell.

Distantly he felt someone else, someone in despair, crying out. Lost. It was confusing, he couldn’t sense anyone or anything else. But this presence was strong, and didn’t believe it could do what it needed to do, not alone.

He knew that presence, remembered it though he’d never touched minds with the other warrior, even though it was impossible to remember the feel of something he’d never touched.

‘Kakarot…’ Something in him set him apart from any other Saiyan Vegeta had known, and though that ‘something’ was unknown to Vegeta he couldn’t deny that he knew Kakarot was special. If anyone could put an end to Freeza it was Kakarot, why could he not see that?

Another cry of hopelessness and Vegeta knew he had to do something. Kakarot was the last of them. Vegeta would not allow him to fall.

Without thinking Vegeta answered that cry, reached out with his mind, the only thing he seemed to have left. He reached beyond himself, reached past the gates of death itself without knowing that barrier was impassable for one such as him.

‘Kakarot, you can do this. You’re the only one who can.’

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King Kai watched Goku sitting outside, staring off into nothing as he did sometimes. On occasion it seemed even the gregarious Goku needed a moment alone. ...Though it was odd that even in such moments he still seemed content. The curious old guardian headed over to speak to his headstrong charge.

He knew Goku felt his approach but the young Saiyan didn’t turn to speak to him. “You’ve been out here a while. What are you thinking about?”

“Oh, just all the people I left behind. Krillin, Piccolo… I wonder how they’re doing. And my sons! Gohan, Goten… just having a son I’ve never met is difficult to take in. I try not to think about it, to trust that they can take care of themselves but… I’ve learned so much, gotten so much stronger during my time here. I wonder how strong they are now too.”

“You didn’t mention Chi-Chi.”

“Ah, she’s probably moved on by now. It’s been… what? Five years now? She never did like to be alone. It’s okay, I just want her to be happy. Maybe without me around to worry about she can finally relax.”

“Hn. Maybe,” King Kai nodded, impressed by his conclusions. But if Old Kai was correct in his thinking something didn’t make sense. “You didn’t mention Vegeta either.”

Goku brightened. “For some reason I never really miss him. Whenever I start to get lonely I swear I can feel him like he’s right here with me.”

“Is that so?” King Kai smiled.

“Yeah… Uh, is that weird? I just thought maybe it was a Saiyan thing, like how I knew he had died fighting Buu even though I was knocked out when it happened.”

“I suppose you could call it that. Now. Come inside, I have a sneaking suspicion that you’re hungry.”

“When am I not?” Goku laughed. “Say, you got any sushi?”

“Oh not again! Why are you always asking for that?!”

“I dunno really. I’ve just wanted it more and more since I’ve been here! Which is kinda strange. It’s always been Vegeta’s favorite, not mine.”

King Kai hummed happily to himself on their walk back to the house. It seemed the crazy old bat was right after all.

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Vegeta started to panic, beginning to over-think what they’d just uncovered but Goku was too excited to care, pulling the smaller man into an almost crushing hug. “Vegeta! Do you know what this means?!”

“Yes! I… I influenced you, what if you only responded to me because I influenced you when you were a baby, you had no choice in this-”

“No way, that’s stupid! What, so anyone strong enough to connect with a child in the womb got an insta-mate out of the deal? Jeez Vegeta, I hate it when you make me do the thinking!”

“K- Kakarot, I-”

“I was the one who pulled you in, remember? If anything I influenced you; I wouldn’t even let go of you when you tried to leave!” Goku laughed happily. “I remember so much now… When people would try to contact me I just didn’t like the way they felt so I’d kind of hide and wait until they went away. I really was lonely. But you were so different, the way you sang to me, the way you ‘spoke’ to me like you understood me… you felt so wonderful. And when you said you were mine, I… I’d already decided that you were. I never wanted to go back to being alone again-”

Goku stopped, frowning when Vegeta pushed against him a little. He finally released that tight embrace and Vegeta slumped in his chair. In his joy at the discovery of their brief but momentous meeting he hadn’t noticed Vegeta’s reactions. He looked like he had seen a ghost, his emotions careening wildly. “I had to forget you, I had to. I never would have been able to let you go even though I knew you’d be better off never knowing me. My father would have killed you, your mother, your father, even your brother. I knew you would forget me too, but…”

“...But?”

“I wanted you to remember me, I wanted that so much it fucking hurt. I wanted you to be my...”

“Your friend,” Goku finished for him quietly, reaching out to touch his mate’s face, thumb stroking his cheek. ‘Freeza didn’t suffer enough,’ he thought darkly, adding yet another sin to his seemingly endless tally. ‘I could have lived almost my whole life with Vegeta if not for him.’

“Vegeta, there was no way I would have forgotten about you if things had been different. I would have come to find you. I would have made you remember me and I would have been your friend. Nothing could have kept me away from you.”

A torrent of questions opened between Goku and Vegeta. Would have’s and should have’s assailed them both. Greater than those though were the what-ifs. Suddenly the universe seemed a little darker… and more frightening. Goku’s arms tightened around Vegeta involuntarily. He knew now quite thoroughly how messed up their universe was. But was it so horrible a place, so tainted by the evil that had ruled it for so long that it had spited him by making him go for so long without having Vegeta by his side?

“Maybe,” Vegeta murmured in response to his thoughts. “But maybe not. When Whis got into it with the Kais over our taking down Beerus... he said that Old Kai told him and Kibito Kai something strange. That all of this started with a smile and a song decades ago. That the Universe has a will of its own and when it moves we see it as fate and destiny.”

“So… the Universe brought us together in the first place, and kept on trying to get us back together until it succeeded? On purpose, to try and… what? Save itself?”

“I think that’s exactly what Old Kai meant. The old bastard is crazy, but he’s been around a long time.” Goku’s perception was rarely wrong and Vegeta had learned never to count it out. “Do you believe it?”

“I don’t know,” Goku answered honestly. He stopped to give the situation the thought it deserved and he could feel Vegeta patiently waiting for him to speak again. The idea of his own mother’s smile and Vegeta’s mother’s gift of a soothing song bringing them together so early in their lives amazed him to no end. The chances of he and Vegeta surviving the almost total genocide of their race were… well, he didn’t have his older son’s head for numbers but he knew the odds were astronomically low. For them to have found each other again… it didn’t feel like simple chance.

“Vegeta, we were both so alone growing up. I thought I was human, but I thought there was just something wrong with me because I wasn’t like anyone else. When Grandpa Gohan died I thought I’d be alone forever.” Goku stopped, comforted by the feel of Vegeta’s touch both mentally and physically. “And all the horrible things you went through growing up… you had no one you could go to, no one you could even tell what was going on let alone deal with it. I guess that I choose to believe that all the bad things we suffered alone were for the good of the entire universe itself. That feels right… and makes all those years apart hurt just a little less. I don’t know if that’s right or wrong but it makes sense to me. It’s the best I can do.”

“I get it.” It wasn’t the way he would have looked at it but Goku was right, his view did take some of the sting out of their decades of separation. But only some. Goku had rested his head in his lap again and he went back to stroking through that wild mop.

His years spent under Freeza had changed him so much it was difficult to think about the boy he had been, a boy who had wanted nothing more than a friend at his side who’d been tortured into a man who wanted no part of anyone outside himself. His father’s often repeated advice cautioning detachment above all else didn’t really take hold until the day he was told his planet and people had been destroyed. And even then he didn’t truly believe it until almost three years later. “...I needed you, Kakarot. I needed you.”

“We needed each other, Vegeta. My life growing up was a cakewalk next to yours but I still felt so alone sometimes. And I hated it.” A moment of shame for complaining was answered with reproach for feeling it.

//You had acceptance, not understanding. They aren’t the same things.//

“Well, I have it now and I’m happy, Vegeta. Even though I may have lied a little earlier.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. I would have been your friend, but not forever,” Goku said before turning to tug at Vegeta’s sweatpants with his teeth. Vegeta quickly got the hint, hurriedly shifting side to side to help.

See, if Freeza hadn’t destroyed our planet and I’d found you I don’t think you would have taken any other lovers no matter who tried to catch the new King’s eye. Whether you did it on purpose or not I think you would have waited for me as long as it took. And the day I hit puberty I would have made you mine and we would have been more than just friends.

“No chance,” Vegeta said shakily as Goku’s tongue began to tease him. “Even without the shit that happened to me under Freeza’s thumb I never would have taken advantage of you like that-”

“-Which would have made it a lot easier for me to take advantage of you. Kinda like this…”

He engulfed Vegeta’s cock and slowly enjoyed the eager flesh, enjoying his mate’s unique scent and taste, filling his ears with his soft moans. He drew it out, pulling back to tease and lick whenever Vegeta got close to the edge, somehow needing to fight back against all those years spent apart by drawing this moment out to infinity.

It worked until he risked a look up at Vegeta. His head was tipped back, eyelids opening briefly only to drift shut again with a blissful sigh that ended with his name. Goku’s ministrations slowed to a standstill and those dark eyes opened and found his.

And suddenly, slow wasn’t enough anymore, for either of them.

Once before, a romantic interlude on the balcony had ended in hastily changed plans and Vegeta had remembered just yesterday to remedy the problem, strategically stashing lube throughout the house. Vegeta rose to let his sweatpants pool around his feet and Goku pulled him to the floor, shoving his boxers down in time to feel Vegeta’s slick fingers on his hard cock sending a jolt up his spine.

Goku shuddered, gasping for breath. Beyond words he pleaded, I can’t wait.

Vegeta’s strained response as he pulled Goku on top of him, making room for him between spread thighs filled him with relief. //I can’t either. Just go slow.//

Goku nodded, pressed himself home and slid inside, strong but slow into that silken, welcoming heat. Sweat broke out on his forehead at the effort of holding back and he knew Vegeta was focusing just as hard at keeping tense, nervous muscles under control, forcing them to relax.

When he finally came to rest fully inside he shivered, silently waiting a few excruciating seconds as Vegeta adjusted to the invasion.

Finally Vegeta slung his legs over Goku’s hips, tilting his body to allow Goku to slide even deeper inside him. “I’m fine. Move, Kakarot, please!”

There was nothing but the pleasure then, and they unabashedly moved beyond rational thought. Cries of pleasure escaped them both with each thrust that rocked their bodies. When Goku called Vegeta ‘mine’ it was because Vegeta had always been his. And when Vegeta opened his mind and body fully to Goku it was because he’d been Vegeta’s first - and for decades, only - true taste of acceptance and happiness. There was joy in the newfound knowledge.

When the end was near Vegeta’s arms uncurled from Goku’s arms, slipping behind his head to bring him down for a kiss. Their tongues touched and Vegeta’s body clenched around Goku’s cock. He moaned, slamming forward one last time and bringing them both to completion.

Their kiss continued until long after the aftershocks had faded and their bodies finally slipped apart.

Freeza, Gohan, Beerus… even death itself had tried its hand at keeping them apart but they always found each other again, always came back together.

“Is it always going to be that way?” Goku asked, nuzzling Vegeta’s neck.

“If you’re right the Universe itself won’t let it be otherwise. We’re stuck with each other Kakarot. I tried to warn you but you’ve always been a stubborn brat.”

“I can’t help it, it’s your fault for starting me off all spoiled. Besides, you don’t hear me complaining about getting to be with you, do you?” Goku laughed, using his discarded boxers to clean himself a place to lay his head on Vegeta’s stomach. “Hey, when are you gonna tell me if they’re girls or boys? I know you know.”

Vegeta’s sudden hesitation had his heart in his throat. He’d know if something was wrong, wouldn’t he?

“You have to understand, we tend to throw boys more often than girls, Kakarot. I’m… sorry.”

“Oh,” Goku thought, releasing the breath he’d been holding. There was nothing wrong, Vegeta just didn’t want to disappoint him. “It doesn’t matter, Vegeta. They’re ours, I love them no matter what.”

“I know you were hoping for girls this time around, but it’s only one of them.”

Goku’s head shot up. “Really?! There’s another girl in there?! Hey sweetheart, it’s Daddy! I’m going to give you lots of kisses when you get out here! Oh, I love you too son!”

He continued to use Vegeta’s bellybutton as a megaphone in an attempt to speak to his unborn children while Vegeta just rolled his eyes, leaving logic for another time in favor of a nap.

//Idiot.// The thought held only fondness and he received it in return, along with a healthy dose of almost delirious joy. Vegeta smiled, shoving his boxers under his head for a pillow. ‘At least he’s happy.’ He closed his eyes to doze off and felt kisses feathered on his stomach. He couldn’t help a chuckle.

‘No. We both get to be happy now.’

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Thanks for your patience, I hope the story length made up for the late update at least.
ZeoViolet: Sounds like you seriously need a stroke of luck! I hope you heal quickly. And if it helps, the oozaru transformation doesn't happen unless they stare at a moon for a while, it isn't instantaneous. Use all your suspension of belief to think Vegeta and Goku could have met on Vegeta-sei, lol! Thanks as always. :)
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