Alternate Reality

Alternate Reality

Chapter 5 - I'll Fight Too

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Disclaimer: ...sigh...yes I'll admit it, none of these characters are mine, I just hijacked them for my story. I'll give them back, I promise.

AN: Hey Howdy Hey people. We're almost there, whoo hoo. Thanks so much to everyone who has reviewed, I can't tell you how much your encouragement has helped me. I got my first flame this weekend for this story (unfortunately anonymous so I can't give them a piece of my mind...grrrr cowards), but honestly it was a really stupid flame and didn't take me down. It's gonna take a lot more than saying my story is boring to take me down...a lot more. So Anywho, to everyone enjoying this story here's the next chapter.

Chapter Sum-up: Some discussion about fashion...and another unexpected visitor (this is becoming a recurring theme here). There's also some smut (gasp)...it's my first so be gentle. ^-^

On with the story...

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On a Saturday morning in April Vegeta was cleaning the dishes from breakfast while watching the news. Trunks and Goten were outside playing and Gohan was doing some homework in the library. Vegeta enjoyed watching the news because most of what was shown was very tragic or gossip and he found it fascinating that humans enjoyed watching it. They sometimes seemed a very sadistic race. He was drying a plate when a story came on about a masked hero who had been helping people around the city and apprehending villains. Vegeta started really watching as he heard this, curious about this hero, wondering what kind of abilities he had.

He was surprised to see that this person was actually flying with the cameraman scrambling to keep up with his fast pace. The hero wore a brightly colored outfit with a cape, a bandana covering his head, and a mask over his eyes. Not a prize winning costume that was for sure. The reporter said this man went by the title of Saiyaman and had been saving the city from disasters and crooks for about three months now. Then the camera finally did a close up of the hero. The man turned to the screen, gave a victory sign and a beautiful smile. There was something vaguely familiar about that face…

CRASH!

Gohan looked up from his math homework at the sound of something shattering, something that sounded suspiciously like a plate, and he knew his Papa was in the kitchen. He stood up from his chair and headed to where the sound came from, wondering what had happened. He walked in and found Vegeta staring at the television, gripping his dish towel in a white knuckled fist. Gohan looked at the television; curious to what it was that had his Papa so tense…

OH DEAR…

Vegeta rounded on his son and pointed an accusing finger at the innocent television. “Explain this to me. Right now,” Vegeta forced out between clenched teeth.

“Um…well…you see…well I…” Gohan could barely get a word out of his mouth, much less a sentence, he was so nervous. He had never told Vegeta about the Saiyaman thing because it was supposed to be temporary, but it had quickly gotten out of hand. And unfortunately after school on Friday it got even worst.

“What made you think that was a good idea?”

“Well I…I just wanted to help people Pops. Like Dad did. I didn’t mean any harm.”

“What if someone recognized you Gohan? Did you even stop to think about that as your parading around like a fool?”

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this. It was just supposed to be one time, but things kept happening, and I kept helping, and it got out of hand…”

“Your damned right it got out of hand. I can’t even look at you.”

“I’m so sorry Pops. I know you said to keep a low profile…but people need help and I can give them that and…”

“At least now I know where you got your fashion sense.”

“I know. I’m…wait what…what do you mean?”

“What I’m talking about is that atrocious outfit. Just look at it. You’re like a rejected Christmas ornament that got bitch-slapped by Santa. And a cape? What made you think that was a good idea…?”

“Wha…”

“You’re as bad as your father. Doesn’t he understand that orange never looks good on anyone, especially that orange. The blue was fine but it was ruined by that orange mess. I could never focus on our spars because that orange atrocity was blinding me with its hideousness…”

“Wait…”

“It’s disgraceful to us Saiyans who had beautiful clothes before Freeza came along with those ghastly shoulder pads. As if I didn’t already have enough problems with my height, that stupid armor made me look short and fat. And don’t even get me started with…”

“WAIT! That’s what you’re upset about? My costume?”

“Yes that’s what I’m upset about. I thought I had raised you better than that…but I guess you just can’t beat genetics.”

“…um…you’re not mad about what I’m doing? You know…being Saiyaman?”

“What? No, not really. Like I said it’s flowing through your veins. You’re father always had to be the hero so I knew you would feel the same urge. I just wish you had come to me when you got this idea in your head. I would have made you some proper attire that any Saiyan would have been proud of. But now you’re parading around like an elf on drugs.”

“…”

“What?”

“…you’re such a dork Pops.”

“I know…wait…HEY…I’m being serious Gohan.”

“Exactly. That’s why you’re a dork.”

“Watch your mouth Brat.”

Gohan had never been so conflicted in his life. Part of him wanted to hug his Papa for understanding and the other wanted to strangle him for scaring him like that. But he was grateful Vegeta understood this urge of his. This itch to do something when someone screamed for help or someone did something bad. Vegeta had always told him to keep a low profile since they were different than humans, and human’s tended to hate and try to hurt things that went against their social norms.

“Well I guess there’s nothing I can do now,” Vegeta mumbled as he bent down to pick up the broken plate. “At least you won’t be saving people or performing outside of the city. I suppose I can live with you looking ridiculous in just one place.”

It’s amazing how deafening silence can get. Vegeta threw to broken plate away and turned to his son, a questioning eyebrow rising as he stared hard at Gohan. “You aren’t going to be making any appearances outside of the city, are you Gohan,” he asked threateningly.

“Well…not exactly,” Gohan whispered, poking his forefingers together and looking at his shoes.

“There had better be a damn good reason why.”

“I’ve been blackmailed.”

“…you’ve been what? By whom?”

“Videl.”

“You’re joking. What for? What could she possible hold over your head?”

“My identity.”

“Huh?’

“She knows I’m Saiyaman Pops. She found out the other day. And she said she wouldn’t tell anyone if I…well if I…”

“Spit it out Boy.”

“If I entered the World Martial Arts Tournament as Saiyaman so she can fight me.”

Vegeta slapped his hand to his forehead. This was ridiculous. First, that girl had no way in hell of beating Gohan. And two, the World’s Martial Arts Tournament was going to be child’s play for his son. Although…Hercule will be there…now there was an interesting prospect…

“There’s more though,” Gohan said, breaking Vegeta’s train of thought.

“What do you mean there’s more,” Vegeta asked. How could this situation possibly get any worst?

“She wants me to teach her how…to fly.”

“…are you pulling my leg Boy?”

“I’m afraid not Pops.”

“Unbelievable.”

Their discussion was interrupted by the ringing of their doorbell, and on the other side of the door was Krillin, his family, and Roshi. Since it was Saturday, it wasn’t wholly unexpected of them to drop by, though Vegeta and Gohan were a little startled by their arrival. The thing that bothered Vegeta the most though, was that Krillin’s face was all twisted up, like he was trying to stop himself from laughing. And then Vegeta suddenly knew why…they had seen the news. Vegeta slapped his forehead, he was going to have a headache before dinner that had nothing to do with the Twin Terrors. This couldn’t be good for his health…or his complexion. “You saw the news, didn’t you,” he asked, rubbing his temples in an attempt to avoid his building headache.

“Yep,” said Krillin, grin widening at Gohan’s blush.

Vegeta waved them inside while grabbing Gohan’s ear, forcing the teenager into a hunch because of their height difference and he lead them to the living room. “You can explain everything to them. I’m gonna round up the brats before the destroy something. Besides I need time to think.”

“I’m so sorry Pops,” Gohan whispered dejectedly.

“I told you I’m not mad at you. I knew someday you’d end up doing something like this. I just need to wrap my head around it. And I also have to figure out what to do with that girl.”

“What do you mean?”

“Never you mind. Tend to our guests while I deal with your brothers. They’re gonna have a field day when they learn you’re a ‘superhero.’”

Gohan groaned at the thought as Vegeta left the room chuckling. He walked out the backdoor and stood on his porch for a while, letting the early afternoon sun bathe him in its warm light. This situation Gohan was in, while ridiculous, wasn’t completely unbearable. In fact it could be a good opportunity for them. Vegeta could have a grand time fighting with his son in the ring, a crowd always makes a fight more electrifying, not to mention the prize money. But the biggest thing would be to finally face “The Champ,” Hercule. What a joke, but Vegeta would love to show the world who this guy really is, and avenge Kakarot’s sacrifice.

Vegeta smirked in a way that brought to mind his days as Freeza’s henchman. Revenge can be so sweet. But first thing’s first, round up his wayward sons. He sensed their chi not too far from the house and he set off in the direction. He found them naked and laying on the grass, obviously had recently taken a swim in the nearby pond. They both perked up as he approached and they stood up hastily and grabbed their clothes, blushing at being caught. Vegeta said nothing himself, he was just glad they weren’t in any kind of trouble as the two of them were prone to. “Time to head home boys,” he said, smiling as they both got over their embarrassment quickly, and each taking one of his hands, began to tell him about their day.

They came into the living room just as Gohan told their friends about the blackmailing and Vegeta snorted. It was just so stupid, Gohan was one of the most powerful Saiyans ever born and he was being pushed around by a girl with barely any power. It just wasn’t right, but Vegeta held his tongue because this tournament idea was growing on him.

“Man Gohan. I can’t believe you, being pushed around by a little girl. You’re a big softie,” Krillin said, laughing at Gohan’s story.

“Gee, thanks Krillin,” Gohan muttered, but there was still a miniscule smile on his face. “This tournament’s gonna be a breeze though.”

“Think again brat. I’m entering too,” Vegeta spoke up, all eyes staring at him for his statement.

“You can’t be serious Pops,” Gohan said, eyes widening.

“Damn right I am. You would have no competition otherwise. My entering just makes it more interesting.”

“But…but…but Pops.”

“Hey, I like how you’re thinking Vegeta. I’ll join too. I gotta see how good of shape I’m in after so long,” Krillin said, standing up with a smile.

“Krillin, no…you don’t…”

“Well if my husbands entering then I will too. It ups the chances of one of us getting the prize money,” 18 said as she stood by her husband, holding her daughter’s hand.

“…what…no guys…really…” Gohan sighed in defeat. He thought he could have gotten through this whole ordeal without any trouble. Just in and out, real simple. Now with his Papa, Krillin and 18 joining this was going to be a real tournament that he’ll have to put a lot of effort into. And he couldn’t forget Piccolo, once he caught wind of this situation he would join in, probably just so he wasn’t left out.

“Can I go too Papa,” Trunks asked excitedly, tugging on Vegeta’s hand.

“Yeah, me too, me too,” Goten joined in, jumping up and down eagerly.

“I don’t see why not,” Vegeta said, a proud smile on his face. “It’ll be a real test to see how much the two of you have learned.”

Both boys whooped and danced around the room. Vegeta looked to Gohan to see the young man had a smile on his face while shaking his head exasperatedly. This could be good for them, Vegeta thought. A real family outing doing something they all loved. This situation couldn’t get much better.

“I think I’ll join too,” a voice said, echoing around the room, and leaving its occupants holding their breath.

Vegeta looked up, not seeing anything, but he could feel something. He could feel him, he could feel Kakarot. Everyone was frozen in shock, though the youngsters had no idea why.

“Ka…Kakarot,” Vegeta whispered, praying he wasn’t caught in a dream and would be woken up any second by the morning sun.

“It’s me Vegeta,” said the voice of his dead lover, and Vegeta nearly collapsed to the ground in the onslaught of what he felt in that moment. The unbearable mixture of love, lost, happiness, pain, relief, all bundled together, threatening to burst from his chest.

“Dad…Daddy…Is it really you,” Gohan asked, standing beside Vegeta and grabbing his hand so they might ground each other in this intense moment.

“It’s really me Gohan,” Goku said a smile obviously in his voice. “King Kai was just telling me you all were planning to enter the World Martial Arts Tournament. I’ve found out I’ve earned some time because of all that I’ve done so I can come back for a whole day. And what better way to spend it than with all of you, fighting our hearts out.”

“You’re going to be here. On Earth, for a whole day man,” Krillin said, feeling much the same way Vegeta and Gohan were feeling.

“Yep. A whole day, to do whatever I want. 24 hours of spending time with all of you and catching up on old times,” Goku said patiently, letting his loved ones absorb the news.

“That’s so great Dad,” Gohan burst out, his voice a mixture of laughter and tears.

“Yeah Goku, this is great. I can hardly wait until the tournament to see you,” Krillin said, his voice nearly identical sounding to Gohan’s.

“Me neither. It’s going to be great to see all of you. To see how you’ve grown and changed. I really miss you guys,” Goku said, and they could nearly see him smiling down on them.

“We’ve missed you too Kakarot,” Vegeta whispered, with more sadness creeping into his voice than the others.

“Oh Vegeta. I’m sorry,” Goku whispered back, and was about to say more but Vegeta interrupted him.

“No apologies Kakarot. We can’t change the past. But you better be prepared because I’m going to take you on and I’ll hold nothing back,” Vegeta said, sadness evaporating as some his old haughtiness came back.

Goku laughed joyfully, a beautiful sound since it had not been heard by any of them for many years. “I wouldn’t have it any other way my love. I’ll be ready. I have to go but I’ll see all of you soon. Bye for now,” Goku said, smile never leaving his voice as his presence disappeared from the room and left an empty feeling that did not last for long.

Gohan and Krillin both gave loud shouts of joy and grabbed each other’s hands, spinning around happily. Vegeta collapsed in a nearby chair with a wistful smile on his face, still somewhat overwhelmed by this wonderful change of events. His two youngest sons came up to him and each hopped up on a knee, looking at him questionably. “Who was that Papa,” Trunks asked, patting Vegeta’s arm to pull him out of his daze.

Vegeta smiled at his boys, petting their heads as he tried to think of the best way to explain the situation without confusing them. “You remember the stories I always tell you at bedtime, about the hero who saves the world,” he asked, running his fingers through their hair as they curled up to him.

“About the guy who beat Freeza and Cell. Of course Papa, those are the best stories ever,” Trunks said.

“Yeah, yeah. They’re my favorite. I love them a lot Papa,” Goten said.

“Well they aren’t just stories. They’re about a real man who really did beat those bad guys. He even beat me. And that was him who was talking to us from Otherworld. He would have been your dad if he was alive today,” he replied, using all his might to hold back tears that threatened to spill.

“Really,” they asked together.

“Really,” Vegeta whispered back.

“So, so, we actually get to meet him. In real life,” Goten asked, bouncing on his Papa’s knee.

Vegeta nodded and both boys shouted happily, running around and telling everyone how cool it was and that they have another dad. The two of them finally tackled Gohan and asked him to tell them everything about their bedtime hero. Vegeta relaxed into the chair he was sitting in and enjoyed in this happy moment, because the next couple of weeks will be filled with training for the tournament. He gazed at his children and started planning their training in his head. He wanted Kakarot to be proud of how they’ve grown up.

Vegeta looked up when Krillin walked over to him, with a curious glint in his eyes. “So Vegeta, it’s going to be great having Goku around again, don’t you think,” Krillin said, tilting his head to one side and…was he smirking? Vegeta nodded cautiously at the monk, not liking how he was being looked at.

“Yeah it’s going to be great. Only one thing I’m wondering about though,” he said tapping his chin with his forefinger. “Why did Goku call you ‘my love’?”

Vegeta’s eyes widened and his back stiffened. He hadn’t thought about this. Goku hadn’t had the chance to tell Krillin or anyone else the two of them were in a relationship before he died. Vegeta felt a bead of sweat trickle down the side of his face. He wasn’t scared of Krillin, just worried about his reaction. He was Goku’s oldest friend and if Goku lost that friendship because of his love for Vegeta…he didn’t even want to think of what might happen.

Vegeta opened and closed his mouth a few times, trying to find the best way to tell Krillin what had happened between the two last full-blooded Saiyans before the Cell Games.

And Krillin actually had the audacity to laugh at Vegeta’s discomfort and patted the Saiyan’s shoulder. “Hey man, don’t worry. I get it. You and Goku were in a relationship right, before he died,” Krillin said smiling.

“You…you’re alright with it,” Vegeta asked.

“Sure. I mean if Goku had told me this before he died I probably wouldn’t have taken it too well. But I’ve gotten to know you and I know you’re a great guy. I’m happy for my buddy that he had someone like you loving him instead of his wife. She’s not exactly the most loving woman.”

“You noticed that as well.”

“Oh sure. I mean when they first got married things were good between them but slowly Chi-chi kept trying to change Goku into someone he’s not, tried to make him stop fighting. I can understand compromise in relationships but she just wanted Goku to be a completely different person, she never really did anything to change herself.

“But I know you’re different than her. You understand Goku on a much higher level and know there’s just no changing the fact that he likes to fight.”

Vegeta felt a great weight lifted off his shoulders and relaxed, patting Krillin on the shoulder. “Kakarot is truly lucky to have a friend like you…so am I,” the prince admitted quietly.

Krillin smiled back, squeezing Vegeta’s shoulder in thanks. “So you think we can stay for lunch, I’m famished,” Krillin said rubbing his stomach.

All three of his boys seconded the motion and Vegeta left the room to go and prepare lunch, Goten hot on his heels. He just couldn’t stop smiling. Maybe this was why Goku could find such amazing strength within him to fight against all odds. He had such amazing support and love lifting him up that there was no way for him to fail.

For the next week he started getting his boys into the routine of their training schedule. In the morning they all warmed up together and stretched, then Vegeta trained with Gohan for a few hours while Piccolo trained Trunks and Goten, and then hey spent the rest of the day training together. Things were going really well and he was proud of how his boys were shaping up. Nothing could stop them now…

Until she came along…

He had nearly forgotten his son Gohan had promised to teach Videl how to fly. And her showing up for lessons completely threw of Vegeta’s carefully planned schedule. She really wasn’t getting on Vegeta’s good side, but he had to give her credit, she was tough and might even pull off learning how to fly. Still this didn’t mean Vegeta had to like the girl, but he could respect her drive and the fact she blackmailed his son.

She arrived in one of those ridiculous, over the top flying machines that looked like a bug on steroids. Maybe it would be beneficial for her to learn how to fly on her own because she looked idiotic otherwise. She jumped out in what he assumed was her training outfit, it was a bit too skimpy for his tastes…actually he had no room to talk considering he preferred tight training suits that didn’t leave much to the imagination, which of course always made Kakarot happy.

So her outfit was okay…it was her hair, it was much too long for a fighter, and he mentioned to Gohan he should tell her that. Her hair could potentially put her in a dangerous situation if her enemy used it against her. Radditz had had all kinds of problems with his hair getting in the way, but both he and Nappa loved it long so he never cut it, though it probably would have saved him the pain of having clumps of it pulled out during battle.

Vegeta stood back as his three sons went up to greet the young woman, Piccolo by his side. “Do you really think this is a good idea Vegeta,” Piccolo asked his friend.

“No,” Vegeta replied, watching Gohan talk to Videl. “But I have to give her credit. She’s cunning, though manipulative, and she’s got guts. I can respect her somewhat for that. I just don’t like the way she flaunts herself in front of my son.

“Neither do I,” Piccolo growled, tensing as Videl placed a hand on Gohan’s bicep while fluttering her eyes at him.

Vegeta chuckled at the naked jealously on the Namek’s face and put a restraining hand on his friend’s shoulder. “We may not like it,” he said as Piccolo turned his attention to him. “But there’s nothing to worry about. Gohan only has eyes for you, which I very much prefer.”

Piccolo’s face softened at Vegeta’s words and he placed his own hand on the Saiyan’s. “Thank you my friend. It makes me glad to hear that. And I do know Gohan’s mine just as much as I am his. But it doesn’t mean I enjoy seeing others trying to gain his affection.”

“Me neither,” Vegeta said. “But we’ll just have to deal with it. Gohan is become a very handsome man. And people will be drawn to that, not to mention his gentle personality.”

“Yes he is,” Piccolo whispered, turning warm eyes on Gohan.

Vegeta smiled at the love and openness on the Namek’s face, something not seen very often, but very much worth it every time it is. “Let’s go see how good of a teacher my son is,” Vegeta said, turning away from Piccolo and strutting over to the youngsters.

“…so the energy you need is already inside of you, you just have to push it down through your feet to propel yourself up. Got it,” Gohan was saying when Vegeta and Piccolo reached them.

Videl was looking at Gohan with wide eyes, and then her eyes narrowed when he asked if she understood. “I have no clue what you’re talking about Gohan. What’s this energy that’s supposed to be inside of me? You’re a terrible teacher,” she said as Gohan hung his head and scratched the back of his head, a nervous habit he inherited from his father.

“I’m doing the best I can, you’re not exactly being helpful…” he muttered the last part to himself but Vegeta heard it and nodded his head in agreement.

“What’s there not to understand,” Trunks spoke up, looking at Videl like she was looking at his brother, like she was stupid.

“Yeah, yeah. It’s so easy; we all have energy to use. Like this,” Goten said beside his friend. Goten then lifted his arm and pointed his palm at a boulder and sent a small chi blast at it, powdering the boulder in an instant.

Vegeta chuckled behind a fist as Videl’s eye’s bugged out of her head and her jaw dropped. This was so worth having her around if he could see her like this. Humans, so close-minded, completely not open to the possibilities, he thought.

“How…what did…” she stuttered looking at Goten like…well like he was an alien.

“Goten, that was weak. If you’re gonna show her your chi, show her something cool. Like this,” Trunks berated his friend, before putting the heels of his hands together and sent out a larger chi blast the pulverized a group of boulders next to the one Goten destroyed.

“Show off,” Goten muttered.

If it was possible Videl’s eyes probably would have fallen from her head and her jaw would be on the ground in shock. Vegeta actually burst out laughing but calmed down at the glower his son Gohan gave him. He shook his head and turned to the Twin Terrors who were arguing. “Boys,” he shouted and they quickly turned to him. “Let’s go finish our training today then you two can watch some television before dinner.”

“Okay,” they said brightly, scampering off in the opposite direction towards a small valley they liked to train in. Piccolo followed after them after sharing a look with Gohan and glaring at Videl.

“We’ll leave you two to your own training. Dinner is at sundown,” Vegeta said to Gohan, and just to fluster the girl more he took off into the air and headed off after his boys.

Gohan sighed after his Papa left, rubbing his temples and preparing for the onslaught of questions from his high school friend. He should have just let Videl reveal his identity; it couldn’t have been any harder to deal with than this.

“Can everyone in your family fly,” Videl asked, voice breaking in a near screech.

“Yes.”

“What was that you brothers did?”

“A chi blast.”

“Is that as big as a…chi blast can get?”

“No.”

“…and that blast comes from a person’s own energy?”

“Yes.”

“Can I do it?”

“Maybe…”

“Maybe! What do you mean maybe?”

“…let’s first get you flying before we worry about the other things you can do with you chi.”

“So how do I…”

“I’ll show you. Sit down. We’re gonna meditate and find your chi.”

Gohan liked Videl, he really did, in a purely platonic way of course because no one could replace Piccolo, but sometimes he wanted to slap her. She was really haughty, and tended to do things her own way because she always thought she was right. Unfortunately she tended to remind him of his mother Chi-chi, which really didn’t make Gohan comfortable around her. But Videl wasn’t entirely like his mother, she did have a strong sense of honor and she was always willing to help people. Both qualities were what drew Gohan to her, made him like her, because otherwise he would have avoided her like the plague.

Unfortunately he was starting to pick up on her not too subtle signs that she liked him, the girl really did flirt shamelessly and it would have taken a dead man not to notice. Now along with teaching her how to fly he had to somehow tell her it could never happen between them. It wasn’t that she was unlikable or ugly, she just wasn’t tall, green and handsome. But he’ll put this off as long as he can.

About a week later Vegeta was ready to admit he was impressed with Videl, along with his son who was apparently a great teacher if Videl’s progress was any indication. Granted she wasn’t doing much, just lifting of the ground and moving around a bit, but for someone who had had no prior chi training before coming to his son, she was progressing really well. Vegeta believed she would be really flying by the end of the month and be ready for the tournament. Of course she wouldn’t be at their level, nor will she ever be. But she was shaping up, and that made Vegeta proud. Of his son, not her. He still didn’t like her flirting but she was interesting if he got to talking to her. He just hoped she wouldn’t turn into what Bulma and Chi-chi became as she gets older. Time will only tell.

After all their training and waiting they finally reached the night before the tournament. Vegeta cooked up a feast, with some help from his little helper Goten, and his family, Krillin’s family, Roshi and Piccolo enjoyed a small celebration for what tomorrow would bring. By 10’o clock Vegeta had finally wrestled Trunks and Goten into bed and Krillin, 18, Marron, and Roshi left. Piccolo decided to stay the night and he and Gohan retired to the teenager’s room. Vegeta was glad the walls he had built were thick, because while he supported their relationship, he was still Gohan’s parent and he didn’t like to think of his son growing up, much less doing very adult things.

Vegeta retired to his room across the landing from his sons’ rooms and changed into a large t-shirt and cotton boxers. He brushed his teeth, washed his face, and then set his alarm. He usually didn’t use an alarm, preferring to let the morning sun wake him, but he needed to get up earlier tomorrow so he could get breakfast started and his boys ready. They had to leave bright and early to get to the tournament before check in and also so they could spend as much time with Kakarot as possible.

He climbed into his large bed and like every night, he longed for a companion to curl up next to. He smiled though, he would have Kakarot all day tomorrow and then they would have one night to properly say goodbye to one another. And Vegeta would force out all regrets from his mind because he didn’t want to waste this precious time he had. He wanted to savor every moment so he would never forget.


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He was dreaming, he knew that, but the sensations felt more real than usual. He dreamt he was in his lover’s arms, the larger man’s body on top of his own. They were naked, and deliciously sliding against each other in sweat and heat. A nibble to his neck made him gasp but a hand around his tail made him moan. That wicked hand ruffled through the soft fur and Vegeta’s body rippled in pleasure. The other hand was on his hip, keeping him pinned as his lover rubbed their steel erections together.

His lips sought their mates and he groaned when he was rewarded in his search. He wriggled underneath his lover’s weight, trying for as much contact as possible as he devoured the lips above his own. A growl was his only warning before he was flipped over and pinned.

He struggled for only a second before a quick sharp bite to his neck stilled him. It said he wasn’t in charge, he wasn’t in control, and if it was anyone else they would be splattered on the wall for their actions. But he trusted this man above him and his body relaxed, letting his lover do as he will. He was rewarded for his compliance by a purr and gentle hands stroking his back in a sensual massage.

He was kissed until he panted, bitten until he gasped, rubbed until he moaned, and prepared until he begged. He was slowly turned over and positioned until he was wide and inviting to the man who gazed at him with such heated eyes. Vegeta blushed under the scrutiny but he did nothing to stop it, even purred quietly in encouragement.

He was entered so tenderly considering the smoldering eyes above his, and he knew once more how much this man loved him. He brought his hands up and caressed that beautiful face and the moment was frozen for another few breaths before the lovers lost themselves in the motions toward completion.

Vegeta groaned at the friction of his lover’s engorged cock rubbing against the tight rippling walls of his entrance, and he squeezed those muscles in encouragement. A groan signaled his message was heard and the pace quickened. They strained against each other, bodies meeting in the middle, matching thrust for thrust and pushing their lover closer to their pinnacle. Vegeta wrapped his arms around tense shoulders, pulling their mouths together for a kiss so they could swallow each other’s passion. At the same time he wrapped his silken tail around his own dripping erection and shuddered at the delightful sensations of two extremely sensitive part of his body rubbing together.

His heart stopped as he came, he was sure of it and he couldn’t hear his own scream because his blood was rushing through his body like rapids of a river. He kept his eyes on his lover as he found his own nirvana in Vegeta’s body, head thrown back, groan passing those red lips, and warmth coated his insides, adding to sensations of their post-coital embrace.

They held each other, kissing softly and whispering words that were heard by none but the other.

Vegeta opened his eyes and saw Kakarot, his love and he smiled a smile rarely ever seen. His eyes widened as he finally realized the man was actually there with him and not in his imagination, though he did look somewhat see-through. And he realized the hands holding him, while better than his dreams, did not feel completely real.

Kakarot smiled down at him and kissed away his bewilderedness. “I couldn’t wait until tomorrow my love. I had to see you now. I worried if I didn’t I would have taken you in front of our friends and family and I know they wouldn’t appreciate that.”

“So has your time on earth already started?”

“No, right now I’m just a spirit, a ghost. King Kai helped me escape for some time with you. He completely understood.” No need to mention to Vegeta that he had said some un-Goku like threats to get King Kai to let him come here for tonight.

“Well good.”

“I have to go Vegeta.”

“I know.”

“I love you. I’ll see you tomorrow and we’ll do this for real.”

“I love you too. And we better. It’s been much too long my love since I felt your fingers on my body.”

“It has. I promise to not waste this opportunity. I’ll give you a night you’ll never forget.”

Kakarot faded after another sweet kiss and Vegeta chuckled at his lover’s impatience, but he had to admit, it took the edge off his desperate need to be with his love tomorrow. He was glad Kakarot had visited tonight. He too didn’t want to show his sons some sex education by example. He closed his eyes and pulled to covers over his flushed naked body and fell back asleep, awaiting the day he and his love will be reunited in the flesh.

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