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That Green Light	By : airyusangre Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1201 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter List
- 1-TGL1
- 2-TGL2
- 3-TGL3
- 4-TGL4
- 5-TGL5
- 4
- 5
5
Goku almost squeezed their visitors to death; too surprised and enthused that they were still alive to realise he was hurting them until they spoke up. “We’re glad to see you too Goku,” whispered a familiar yet noticeably changed voice; Goku’s enthusiasm immediately dwindling as he heard it and saw the person’s eyes up close, as this one’s eyes were damaged so severely he was blind. Goku let the two out of the hug, a frown deepening on his face as he was certain the other two usually with them were nowhere to be found.
“Yamucha…” whispered Goku sadly, not knowing of anything else to say.
“Don’t worry about that Goku. Tenshinhan here got it worse than me from the sporadic Ki bombs and blasts from that bastard. I was merely blinded from having my eyes open at the wrong time. He lost his right leg in one of the blasts in order to save my life,” quivered Yamucha’s unsteady emotion imbued voice.
Goku looked at both Tenshinhan’s standing legs then in bewilderment. “It’s a removable prosthesis Goku. Luckily, we survived getting knocked unconscious by the force of another farther away blast; that the people who found us were kind enough to help us,” uttered Tenshinhan evenly, his fists clenching at his sides as he was forced to think about that horrid day.
“Chaozu and Pu-erh…there wasn’t even a body left of either to bury once we could finally get out of bed. We were both in comas for about a week. Neither of us should really be out of the hospital yet. But, once we could feel that you were all still alive, we couldn’t help but come to see you,” whispered a significantly more humbled Yamucha, tears streaming from his blind grey eyes.
Goku’s already saddened eyes began to water and he bit his lip, though he strove with his not to let the tears fall. Vegeta’s face remained stern, though his chest did feel a bit tight. Though he had never particularly cared for either the three-eyed or the foolish scarred weakling, he had at least come to respect them as warriors of Earth. And even he wasn’t completely heartless. Xee had done a number on them all one way or another.
Piccolo’s face maintained its usual stoicism; though he felt for them too. But he frowned when he saw Gohan get up and go to them, for he knew what he was going to do. He did care, but he did not like how Gohan was so easy in using their child’s abilities, even if the unborn did seem to urge it.
“Gohan omae…? uttered Tenshinhan as he witnessed Gohan’s round, pronounced and now green glowing belly as he neared them.
“Yes, I am pregnant. And mine and Piccolo’s child is already quite the healer. I can’t promise anything, but if you put your hands on my belly, you might be healed entirely, of your physical injuries anyway.”
Both Yamucha and Tenshinhan’s eyes widened dramatically. “You do not have to-”
“I know Tenshinhan-san. Please, let us help if we can,” answered Gohan kindly, his face holding an amazing nurturing glow. Tenshinhan and Yamucha sat down where Gohan led them and each placed a hand on his belly as asked.
Piccolo stifled a growl as he had to witness others touching his mate. Vegeta smirked at Piccolo knowingly, definitely needing a laugh in that heavy atmosphere. And Goku smiled sadly. He was happy there were more left alive in their odd clique of Earth’s protectors but sorrowed that there wasn’t anyone else who had somehow survived; urging him to sigh heavily.
Goten and Trunks frowned. They had nothing against the two human senshi. But, though they knew it selfish, they just would rather it had somehow be their mothers whom had survived.
Though, tears were even brought to Tenshinhan’s eyes as a now seeing Yamucha gazed at him incredulously; his own eyes widened comically as he felt a new leg actually grow from the sore nub of his right thigh once he removed the prosthesis, even past scar tissue on their bodies healing completely in both persons. “Thank you so much Gohan-san!” they both exclaimed in unison, embracing each other warmly.
“Thank Piccolo and our child. This wondrous miracle wouldn’t be possible without either of them,” answered Gohan earnestly. Both human senshi thanked the unborn within Gohan, Piccolo and Gohan once more; truly in emotional overwhelm and awe.
Vegeta was getting fed up with all the human hormones in the air, wanting everyone to settle down. “Well weaklings, if you’re staying for dinner, you had better wash up first. You look and smell like hell.”
“Vegeta!” exclaimed Goku unamused.
“No, Vegeta’s right. We did kind of invite ourselves, and hadn’t really been in the best state to travel. Most humans would not have been able to in what had been our condition. Thank you for having us. Would you please show us to the washroom?” asked Yamucha oddly polite.
“Of course,” answered Goku quickly, beginning to lead them down one of the grand hallways of their co-habitat abode.
“Papa,” began Trunks with wide piercing blue eyes, “May we go see Mama’s and Grandma and Grandpa’s memorial site tomorrow,” he asked devotedly, trying his darnedest not to cry. He didn’t like the terms grave or tomb. And Vegeta had made sure there was a grand obelisk erected in all their honour, with all their names and achievements scribed in multiple languages, where the original Capsule Corp. had once been. And like most who did not survive Xee; there were no bodies left to be found, barely even ashes. No, he did not like the term grave at all.
“Ah, Trunks,” answered Vegeta in the affirmative, all levity removed from his face and voice once more.
Goten began sniffing then. And though he tried his best to be tough and not cry, real tears began to fall more the harder he strove to keep them in. He missed his mother and grandpa immensely—their stout spirits, kindness, quirkiness, cooking and unrelenting goodness. Knowing he would never see either of them again until it was his time to leave the mortal realm quashed his young mind and permeated his soul with real anguish.
Trunks affectionately took Goten into his arms; trying to be “strong” and not cry too, but tears began to fall from his own eyes then as they held each other; their tails curling anxiously around one another in need.
Gohan bit his lip but said nothing; his own eyes shimmering with profound emotion.
Just done with the whole heavy atmosphere, needing something to yell, Vegeta did. “Are you quite done in there?! The rest of us are tired of waiting for your weakling arses! Get in here so we can all eat!” He did smirk when his outburst finally got the chibis to grin and chuckle; them wiping their eyes and beginning their own round of teasing to Yamucha and Tenshinhan.
Gohan just shook his head at their antics, though he did grin slightly at the change in atmosphere. Piccolo’s eyes did thank Vegeta earnestly without words. There had just been too much hurt in the room, the thick scent and feeling overwhelming. They needed to think positively to create better frequencies in their home and therefore the universe.
After dinner, Tenshinhan and Yamucha were offered rooms at their luxurious abode, much to Vegeta’s irritation. The chibis were sent to bed after washing. Piccolo and Gohan made it off to their own room; Piccolo a strong tower for Gohan, as he was a bit more somnolent than usual. Goku trudged off to his favourite bathroom. He yearned for a nice soothing soak; even the thought of a bath bringing a tear to his eye as he reminisced about a dear loved one long lost.
Little was he aware of the profound eyes that scrutinised him furtively the whole way there.
Goku sighed heavily while soaking in a nice hot tub; using the soothing water as a temporary lenitive balm as he soaked deeper into it, placing a warm cloth over his eyes to ease them too. Though, whatever ease he had gained that short time of relaxing was lost when Vegeta suddenly nonchalantly slide his nude form into the water at the other side of the grand blue tub.
Normally Goku would have no problem sharing a bath. But this was one time he understood the importance of privacy. It also bothered him that he hadn’t even sensed Vegeta’s presence until he began moving into the tub, which slightly irked him. And in all the time they had lived in together with their sons and Piccolo in their grand shared abode, coping after losing loved ones and the lives they had once known, not once had he seen Vegeta bath with anyone, least of all him. What was going on?
“Something the matter Kakarotto?” enquired Vegeta with a disturbingly straight face.
Goku sat more up then, his washcloth falling from his face into the water. “I guess ‘m just curious as to why you’re suddenly taking a bath with me when you don’t even bathe with Trunks… Was there something you needed?”
Goku could tell Vegeta was fighting not to scowl, his face slightly twitching with obvious exasperation. Though, his eyes widened when Vegeta’s tail slithered up out of the water, the tip fluffed out though wet and beginning to furl almost hypnotically from side to side. What was-? Oh.
“’M not interested Vegeta. Now, there are more than a dozen baths in this luxurious house. Do you think next time you might consider one without me in it?”
Vegeta did growl and scowl sharply then. But he took a deep breath, determination painting his demeanour. In the next instant he had cleared the gap between and was in Goku’s lap, grasping his face in hands with more gentleness than Goku thought he was capable of; his eyes widening to comical proportions.
“Our wives are gone, from all the madness and unfairness that is living in the mortal realm. But you and I know they are in a far better place, where so many heinous wrongs can never again befall them.
“For whatever reason, we still live Kakarotto. I am offering myself to you; something that you of all people should know is not at all easy for me to do. I have come to not only respect you but . . . care for you. Even if you do not want me, do not dishonour our wives and your Saiyajin blood any longer by continuing the dry rot of your soul. Live on with vitality and at least somewhat contented verve in honour of them. Somehow find something to bring that light back into your wondrous eyes. Existing as a dutiful shell is not Saiyajin,” Vegeta professed earnestly, his dark sincere eyes shimmering with real emotion as he peered fervently into Goku’s.
Vegeta’s eyes remained stout as Goku gave him the most emotionally open look he’d ever seen on him. The next second he was being squeezed in a hug tight enough to kill, if he’d been human.
“It hurts so bad Vegeta. I never knew anything could hurt so badly. I’ve wanted to die. But, I know that’d be so selfish. I’d never do that to our children, to you or Piccolo. Life’s been cruel enough. But-”
As Goku’s grip lightened with his purgative weeping, Vegeta wrapped his arms and tail around him; beginning to rock with him in his arms. “I know Kakarotto. I know. Let it out and be free from now on.”
And Goku did; a mournful keen emitting from the bottom of his very soul; his tail and arms holding fast to Vegeta for dear life; Vegeta for once accepting all of him without cruel or derisive censure, or haughty airs.
Once Goku finally settled down, he eased away from Vegeta awkwardly. His face was quite flushed after such a deep and real cry, and out of embarrassment; his eyes averting from Vegeta’s person entirely.
But as Goku turned around attempting to leave the tub, arms were suddenly around him from behind.
“Vegeta. I said I wasn’t intereste-”, but the last word caught in his throat as he felt a stunning sensation he never had before. Vegeta was ever immaculately stroking his tail, not too hard or soft; his lips leaving scorching trails of fire wherever they lingered up his back and across his nape.
“V-Ve-ge-ta…”
“Let me, Kakarotto,” purred Vegeta sensually. “Drown yourself no longer in that which will gain you nothing. Allow yourself to feel again.”
And Goku finally turned around, sitting back in the water, gazing at Vegeta a long moment; somehow gauging his very soul before allowing himself to tentatively reach out and kiss the prince’s hot lips. He had so yearned for this touch—his touch—for so long it seemed, but cowardice had held him back. He was afraid of the truth; what it would mean, what it would make of him to even have such thoughts. . . He sincerely missed his wife so immensely. But he would be lying if he were to pretend he didn’t feel many things just as deeply for Vegeta. He-
The moment Vegeta rubbed his large swollen shaft against Goku’s, both their eyes closed. One gasped and the other moaned. Just that simple touch and friction was delectably perfect, felt so bizarrely immaculate, that it was a moment before either caught their breath again.
But Vegeta’s eyes shot open wide as he felt Goku’s fingers brush against his anus. He was ready to chastise Goku severely—the lout had lost it if he thought he’d be on top—until he saw the sorrowed want and need in his eyes just as great as his own. This moment wasn’t about sex or false and mediocre thoughts and useless roles and games that mediocre minds tend to continually play. This moment was about the warmth and connectedness that could only come when shared with another soul, which they both needed so immensely.
Vegeta’s own eyes shimmered as he realised then just how much Kakarotto truly cared for him now too; he nodding his head in the affirmative at Goku’s imploring eyes, grunting as he felt large powerful fingers begin to surely move up and manoeuvre inside of him; he biting his lip as a certain portion of flesh within was stroked too perfectly.
But a grunt exuded from him once he felt Goku’s thick hardness replace his fingers, he struggling not to clench as Goku breached and pressed further in. Finally, after an incredible seeming eternity, it seemed Goku was in to the hilt; both Saiyajin letting out a breath they’d been holding.
Then Goku pulled out to the tip and pressed up into Vegeta again; repeating a few times slow before setting a worthy pace. Words were replaced with sultry grunts and groans as Goku let his body continue to thrust into Vegeta’s naturally.
It wasn’t long before Vegeta’s face smoothed some, tolerating grunts evolving into pleasured moans, his lean muscular thighs wrapping around Goku’s waist as he began to meet him stroke for blissful stroke, his tail curling against Goku’s in true ecstasy.
Water sloshed animatedly as Goku continued to pound Vegeta to one side of the tub; nails raking against immaculate skin and muscle up and down Goku’s powerful form, Vegeta too enthralled to care whether or not the bath might crumble under the pressure, necessary bliss and warmth taking both of them higher as each of their members were deliciously stroked by the other’s hot flesh, one way or another; euphoria just too weak a word for it. And when deliciously turbulent waves of pure pleasure began to rack either of their forms, both mighty warriors’ mouths opened in silent screams; their bodies quaking beyond their volition as bliss racked every centimetre of them.
By the time either of them could see clearly again, they each pleasantly exhausted, both refusing to move for the next few moments, words unnecessary as they held on to each other’s person.
Piccolo gazed with simultaneous affection and worry upon his naked sleeping mate, delicately running his fingers through his longer grown locks of wondrous Saiyajin hair. He had made love to Gohan as he wished until he finally was taken by slumber. Though, Gohan was already so lethargic that night that it only took one round. Piccolo hoped everything was alright with him and their baby. Though everything seemed to be alright, he could not shake the foreboding feeling that had been eating him since before Yamucha and Tenshinhan had shown up.
Bending and kissing Gohan’s forehead with gentle honest love, Piccolo prayed for Gohan and their child—not to any god, he knew they were mostly incompetent when it came to what really matters, but of his own spirit—wishing with his all that would both be healthy, happy and whole all the rest of their lives.

To Be Continued. . .
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