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End of the Road
By : Batjokes
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SWEET DREAMS
When dinner came to an end, Bulma stood up and helped Videl and Pan prepare a few dishes for Gohan to take home.

Everyone in the room, throughout the meal had cast their gaze at Goku. While he seemed fine, they still worried.

Vegeta, standing up, watched as his ex-lover - the mother of his two offspring - brought in the cleaning robots to take care of the dirty dishes and anything that had fallen onto the floor.

“Kakarot, are you staying here, or do you need a room?” He couldn’t believe he was offering him a place to stay, if only for the night.

Kakarot blinked and glanced up at him. “I… don’t know…” he turned his head to watch as Bulma close the food they’d left for Gohan in a capsule. “Bulma?”

With a smile she answered him. “I’m sorry Goku, but the extra rooms are being remodeled. You’ll have to stay with Vegeta.” She turned to gaze at the sire of her son and daughter.

“Tch,” Vegeta grumbled, “Since it can’t be helped, you might as well follow me, Kakarot.”

His friend-and-rival stood from where he sat. “Thank you, Bulma.” He smiled and turned to follow the older Saiyan.

Goten whispered to Trunks, “I hope my Tousan is going to be okay.”

Trunks nodded and wrapped his arm around Goten’s shoulders. “He doesn’t seem to be too upset by these turn of events.”

Bulma blinked and with a chuckle leaned down to speak to them. “I think that’s because it’s a relief. I know he’s your Tousan, Goten, but he’s free. He loves his boys, but him and your Okkasan? They weren’t meant to be. Goku is a Saiyan after all, and their way of taking on a mate is much different than humans.”

Trunks nodded. “Yeah. I know. We’ve had this discussion.”

“Have you had it with Goten?”

“Err, well, no.”

Goten blinked. “What does that have to do with anything?”

Bulma pat them both on the head. “Saiyans, when they claim a mate, they can sense each other’s souls. It’s a deeper connection that they crave. And there’s no cheating among them, be they a bonded pair, or a polyamourous set.”

Goten’s eyes widened. “Polyamourous set?”

She nodded. “Yeah. Vegeta told me all about it. It’s too bad that a lot of our own species, homo sapien can’t accept it. Makes it difficult for those who are fine with it when they’re called horrible names because they have more than one beloved.” She shrugged. “You can ask Trunks about this and what he doesn’t know… just ask Vegeta.” She winked and standing to her full height walked away from them.

Goten turned in his seat to stare into Trunks eyes. “You’re not going to cheat on me, are you, Trunks?”

“What!? Why would you even think that, Goten?”

“Well, your mother said something about polyamourous set.”

Trunks sighed and ruffled his long time friends’ hair. “Polyamorous set’s agree to that kind of relationship. I never thought about having one, have you?”

Goten shook his head.

“If you ever do, or if I ever think about it, we’ll talk then, okay? They’d be someone we both wanted anyway. Not that I see it happening, but I figured I’d throw that out there.”

He nodded. “Okay,” and leaned in to brush his lips over Trunks’s cheek. “Would you like to spar and shower before bed?”

With a grin and a wink Trunks scooted his chair back and stood up. “You know it.”

Vegeta, even as he and Kakarot walked outside of Capsule Corp, due to enhanced hearing - which was never as good as a Namek’s like Piccolo’s, had heard his ex-lover’s discussion with the young couple of demi-Saiyans.

Glancing up at Kakarot, he noticed his furrowed brows. Rare to see outside of battle when the younger male got serious, so he assumed the other had also heard.

“You’re very accepting of Goten’s relationship with my son.” He remarked.

Kakarot blinked and stared down at him. Lifting his hand to the back of his head he chuckled, “As long as they’re both happy, I really have nothing against it.”

“I am baffled. I had assumed you were too deep into the human’s culture and values to accept their relationship.”

“Well… I never thought two men could be together, but I promised my boys I’d always be on their side. Even if their mother wasn’t.” He’d never choose Chichi over his offspring if it had ever come down to it.

“It’s a good thing then that they’re not enemies with each other.” He said and watched as Kakarot’s eyes flew wide.

“Wow! You’re right. I don’t know what I’d do then.” He tilted his head. “What would you do?”

They continued on the path. Vegeta’s house wasn’t too far away after all. He’d wanted to keep close to the children, even if they kept growing and needed him less and less.

“I would use my superior strength to whip both their asses and then tell them the rules they’d have to follow.”

“Huh. Not sit down and talk with them?”

“No. That’s foolish. They’ll just try to talk circles around you to get their own way. It only leads to them trying to wrap you around their little fingers.”

“How is that even possible?”

Vegeta shook his head. Sometimes Kakarot was a complete idiot, but other times he proved to be more intelligent than he let on. “Never mind that Kakarot. We’ve arrived.” He opened the door of his house and gave a sharp nod to the open pathway.

At least his rival-turned-friend-of-sorts got the hint and went inside.

Following behind him, he shut and locked the door. “I’ll show you where you’ll be sleeping tonight, Kakarot.”

“The couch?” The orange-and-blue dressed Saiyan asked as he sat down on the aforementioned piece of furniture.

“That is too small for you to possibly be comfortable sleeping there.”

“Chichi never thought so.”

“Tch, Kakarot, that harpy wasn’t thinking of your comfort when she made you sleep on the couch. Only her own comfort and her own agenda.” If he’d been there before the woman had gotten her talons into him… no, he couldn’t think that way. Had he met the younger Saiyan back then he may have killed him, or kidnapped him. And neither of them would have their lines continued - even if those lines were diluted.

Kakarot, as usual, had his hand scratching the back of his head.

“This way, Kakarot.” He turned into a hall that was at the other side of the living room just behind the Gravity Room. He stepped to the right. “This is my room. So stay out. If you need anything, you had best knock.”

Kakarot nodded. “Okay, but what if…”

He lifted his hand and pressed a finger against Kakarot’s lips. “If there is an emergency, I’ll be able to hear you.”

When he saw Kakarot’s pupils dilate and his cheeks turn cherry red he removed his finger and cleared his throat. “Anyway! There is another room across from mine. It has a bed, a nightstand, and an attached bathroom with any toiletries a guest, like yourself, might need.”

“Well, thank you Vegeta! I never thought you’d go out of your way to prepare a guest room. Not for me, or anyone else.”

“I didn’t!”

“Then why do you have a guest room ready?”

One of his eyes twitched. “The WOMAN made sure the guest room was ready. Even when I don’t live with her she thinks she can do anything she wants!”

“Oh! Well, then I should thank her next time I see her.”

With a huff of breath he turned to his own room and reached for the door handle. “You do that, Kakarot. Now I’m going to relax.”

“You? Relax?” Kakarot stared at his back, jaw agape.

“Yes. Even I need to relax from time to time. If you’re not tired, feel free to watch the television in the living room. And don’t forget to think about whether or not you really want to leave Earth.” He turned the doorknob and walked into his room and shut his door with a resounding click.

He flicked on the light inside his bedroom. Traveled across the room to one of the dressers and pulled out a pair of royal blue pajama bottoms to change into.

Kakarot had signed divorce papers. He’d soon be free of the harpy. And he was free of Bulma - not that he’d ever married her. Ridiculous of anyone to expect a Saiyan, or any other non-Earthling human for that matter to go through with something that would never last. An incomplete bond had to be soul wrenching and heart sickening.

Despite all the smiles he’d seen Kakarot sport, they had rarely reached his eyes, other than the joy his sons brought to him.

It was too bad their planet had been blown to smithereens and with it all but a handful of Saiyans that had wound up dead anyway. Except for Kakarot and himself. Otherwise they’d each have been mated either to one of the very few females of their race, or an even rarer find, an Omega male.

Vegeta sat down on the edge of his bed and frowned. He could leave the planet that very night if he wanted to. Surely Kakarot would not wish to explore the regions of space. Not when he had his family living on it. The man was a grandsire after all and Gohan had mentioned he’d be staying on the planet if Kakarot did decide to go.

Then there was the matter of Trunks and Goten. He’d much rather not have to wait for them if Kakarot decided to leave before the Earth raised Saiyan’s youngest graduated. Perhaps if there were more than one spacepod. It would be far less cramped and he could just send their coordinates.

A discussion that would have to wait, he thought, as he rested his head back on the pillows. Somehow he didn’t see any of them truly wanting to leave Earth. Not when they’d grown up there, and in all cases but Kakarots, been born on the planet.

Closing his eyes, as he drifted off, he saw a vision of the taller Saiyan’s cherry red cheeks. His brows furrowed, but he was too tired from their sparring session and too full from dinner to do anything about it.

Goku himself had stepped across the hall, opened the door and sat down on the bed with a sigh. With his hands behind his head he stared up at the ceiling. There had been a lot going on that day. First the shock of finding his wife sharing their marital bed with someone else. Then the signing of divorce papers.

He’d noticed how everyone seemed to be tiptoeing around him. Except perhaps for Vegeta and Bulma. They’d supported his decision. Understood it. He worried that his sons did not, but neither of them had seemed upset with him.

Oh, and then there was finding out that Goten was dating Trunks. Another guy. It was… cute in a way. The two youngsters had been great friends and they’d fused into Gotenks. It felt like ages and ages ago.

“Man, do the kids grow up fast.” The greatest joy in his life, aside from fighting, sparring, and anything to do with that - was his sons. And really, they did come first. Always had and always would. But they were both grown men now. Gohan even had a youngster of his own. Little Pan, even if she too was growing just as swiftly as her Tousan, Oji-san, and Trunks had and as Bulla was.

He chuckled, Videl could stand up to Chichi so well. Gohan had fallen for a keeper. At least, with him being half human he was better able to bond with his wife.

Closing his eyes, he wondered what it would be like, now that he was to be free of Chichi. And imagined space. He’d visited other planets before. Not to mention Snake-Way and all that entailed when he wasn’t alive.

Thinking Vegeta might leave Earth, he frowned. Lifted his hand to rub at the ache of his chest and turned over onto his stomach and buried his face in the pillows.

Life without the only other living full blooded Saiyan that he knew of, would be dull. And he didn’t think it was fair that Vegeta would get to have all the fun out there in space. Exploring.

He was determined that he wasn’t going to get left behind. His birth parents had sent him away. Chichi had wanted him only to dislike everything about him really, because he was a Saiyan. Fighting was in his blood. Grandpa Gohan had wanted him, but he’d left due to what he became during a full moon with a tail.

As he drifted off to sleep, he wondered what it would be like to once again have his tail back. Perhaps… he needed to find the dragon balls again - other than the four star, which he already had - and make a wish or three.

Just before he fell into a deep sleep, he imagined not only himself with his tail restored, but of Vegeta too, and a smile formed upon his lips. The matter of Chichi and their divorce given not one thought as dreams of tails, sparring, food, and space travel danced in Goku’s subconscious and unconscious thoughts. And not necessarily in that order.

A/N: Once again, thank you for reading! I hope you readers enjoyed the chapter.
Please feel free to tell me what you like thus far and maybe even what you don't like so far about this fic. I'm curious. Especially since this is my first DBZ fanfic. Not that I haven't written anything before, but those were in other fandoms.
How does one feel about intersex characters? Curious, if not for this fic, then perhaps a future one.
Also, is there any kinks that one might like to see later down the line when the story reaches /that/ point, or ones that you'd prefer not to read? ((There are a few I probably won't write, but I think most of them I might be okay with writing))
Just a week to Christmas. I know there are other Holidays that are either beginning, or are in full swing. So hoping everyone is having a Happy Holiday!
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