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End of the Road
By : Batjokes
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STRANGEST FEELING
Goku tossed and turned as faint sunlight filtered into the room through the curtains and bird song began as the world outside awoke. With a sigh he opened his eyes and peered at the dim light of the rising sun. Rising up on the bed he lifted his hands and rubbed at his eyes.
It was a little bit earlier than he typically rose, though not by too much judging by the position of the sun itself.
Inhaling, the place didn’t smell of eggs and bacon, or fish and miso. No, instead the place smelled only of old musk and strawberries.
Glancing around the room, he blinked as everything that had happened the previous day came to the forefront of his thoughts. His gaze lowered to the blanket that had pooled in his lap and his hands dropped to his sides, palms down against the mattress.
Soon, he’d be free of the promise he’d once given to Chichi. He wasn’t sure why he didn’t feel more upset than he did. Despite what Bulma had said, he still didn’t get it. He felt some sense of relief, some sense of happiness that didn’t at all seem to him to be what he should be feeling. Not based on those shows, or movies some of his friends and their spouses watched and often enjoyed.
Television wasn’t something he viewed much. Not just because it wasn’t something practical to have to spend currency on, but he preferred sparring and watching tournaments live. The only channel he did watch when he was somewhere else was the cooking channel. Just imaging one of the episodes he’d watched, his mouth began to salivate.
With a shake of his head, he tossed the blanket aside he hopped out of bed and slipped into a pair of house slippers.
Leaving the room, he crossed to the closed door across from the room he’d slept in. Pressed his ear against said door and listened in. Heard the sound of the other Saiyan still asleep and thought it best not to disturb the older Saiyan. Instead, with a smile, he turned and headed for the kitchen which he found beyond an archway next to the living room.
Opening the fridge door he looked for some ingredients. He found a carton of eggs and set it on the counter next to the stove. From the fridge he also took out a chunk of tofu and a jar of umeboshi. The other ingredients he found in a cupboard with no doors. Dried wakame, dashi, miso paste, and green onions. The last couple of ingredients he found was a container of rice, cucumbers, radishes, and carrots.
Next he found the pots, pans, dishes, chopsticks and spoons that would be needed.
Most didn’t think he could cook, but he often wondered how they thought he’d survived on his own between the horrific death of his grandpa and being found by Bulma. He knew how to cook and he’d picked up quite a bit by watching the cooking channels whenever he had time to do so or when it caught his attention when he wasn’t otherwise busy.
He chopped up the tofu and vegetables. Boiled a pot of water for the rice. In another pot he added the ingredients needed in order to prepare miso soup. The last thing he made was in a pan rather than a pot which he poured an egg mixture into. A mixture which consisted of dashi powder, salt, soy sauce, sugar, water, and eggs. When needed he added the oil via a brush used for cooking.
There was one other burner on which he stuck a non-traditional tea kettle to heat up hot water after finding loose green tea.
His stomach grumbled as he cooked and he glared down at his stomach. “You have to wait, tummy!” He scolded. “And you have to share.” He turned off the burners when each part of the meal was done.
There were two bowls for the miso soup, two plates for the Tamagoyaki - the omelet's he’d prepared, two bowls of heaping rice, two saucers with chopped vegetables, and two smaller bowls for the umeboshi.
He’d added the loose green tea to two teacups and with the small spoons had stirred them until the steamy water turned green.
Just then he sensed a familiar ki getting closer from behind.
“Kakarot!?”
He turned around and scratched the back of his head having just finished setting the table. “Good morning Vegeta!”
Vegeta frowned and stared down at the table. “Did you cook this?”
“Uh, yeah,” he chuckled, “I did!”
“I don’t recall you ever cooking before.”
“We-ell, I usually don’t have to…” he trailed off. Chichi usually cooked for him, or Bulma’s mother made a lot of food, or someone else would offer him something to eat.
“Tch. Sit down Kakarot.”
Goku blinked and sat down in the chair across from the one Vegeta stood behind. Once he sat, Vegeta pulled out his own chair and sat.
He watched as Vegeta lifted his chopsticks and took a piece of the omelette. Saw the other Saiyan’s brows raise as he chewed.
“Ho-how is it, Vegeta?”
“Adequate. For a Saiyan.”
“Oh…” he lowered his gaze to his own plate and picked up his chopsticks to dig in.
“Still, far superior to the humans abilities.”
He blinked and felt his face heat up as he looked up while he placed one of the umeboshi in his mouth.
Neither spoke as they ate their fill. Goku was glad he’d made more than what he’d set on the table, but there just hadn’t been room. They were full blooded Saiyans after all and it was difficult to ever have enough food. Not with their high metabolism as their high level of Ki burned through a great deal of what they consumed. Not that he’d always known why he was so hungry all the time. Until he’d met Vegeta that was.
Once they had devoured every morsel, Goku stared at all the dirty dishes. Sometimes he wondered how Chichi had coped with him and their two boys appetites - always leaving so many dirty dishes.
“Leave it, Kakarot. The woman gave me a couple of those cleaning junk buckets.” He stood up and Goku followed him out of the kitchen.
Vegeta flipped a switch and from the kitchen they heard grinding metal and squeaky wheels.
“It’s some time until lunch, Kakarot. The lawyer will be at Capsule Corp then to file away your divorce papers. We could spar until then.”
Goku titled his head. “I do like sparring, but I want to do some shopping and… get my things from my… Chichi’s house.”
“You’re letting her keep the house?” Vegeta quirked a brow and walked to the front door to leave the building with Goku at his side.
“Yeah? I mean it wasn’t where I grew up. If I was going to live anywhere, it would be Grandpa Gohan’s old place. It’s still close to where Chichi lives, but…”
“It is important to you.”
“Yeah! I should probably stop there too. If… if I do go to space, there might be some things I want to take with me.”
“You’re not usually materialistic.”
“No, not really. I just need a couple changes of clothes, toothbrush, hairbrush, hygiene stuff, and…” he couldn’t take the four star dragon ball with him. Not when it belonged to Earth, even if he didn’t want to leave it behind because of what it meant.
“Ah. Those things. Anything else is sentimental, because you’re the type to be a sentimental fool. That four star ball, I know you’re attached to it, but you can leave it with your eldest, can’t you?”
Turning his head with widened eyes he stopped in his tracks. “Vegeta!”
Vegeta stilled and swiveled around. “What!?” He looked around as if trying to find danger, only to be enveloped in the taller Saiyans arms.
“You’re a genius!”
Vegeta pushed at Kakarot’s chest. “Kakarot!” He growled, “Let go!”
Letting him go and taking a couple steps back he scratched at the back of his head. “Sorry, Vegeta.”
Vegeta’s brows furrowed into a scowl, “Tch,” and then he turned around, “forget it Kakarot. Let’s go get your oh so important items.”
Goku reached for his shoulder with one hand while holding a couple fingers to his forehead which IT’d them to Chichi who was already awake and washing a few dishes.
Chichi turned and shook a finger up at Goku. “What are you doing here, Goku?”
Releasing his hold on Vegeta’s shoulder he sighed, “Chichi, I just need to get a few things. Like my clothes.”
Chichi’s shoulders slumped and she walked over to sit down at the table. “Okay. I won’t stop you.”
Seeing her look so dejected, he almost went over and hugged her. Vegeta’s arched brow kept him from doing so. After all, he didn’t want Chichi to think he regretted the thing he’d asked her for. He wasn’t going to go back on their divorce. Sure it was taking away the promise he’d once made to her, but they never should have gotten married. He knew this, now . He hoped she did too. It had seemed like she had yesterday, but he couldn’t be too sure.
With a nod he turned and headed for their room where his gi’s were kept along with a couple of other clothes that he rarely if ever wore. Even the tuxedo he’d worn at their wedding… well he decided he wouldn’t be taking that. It probably didn’t even fit anymore anyway. Chichi could do whatever she wanted with it.
Taking out a capsule that Bulma had given him before he put his clothes inside it, along with his toothbrush, hair combs, hair brush, other hygiene products that were just for him, a bag of senzu beans, and a few other items that had been from friends or his sons. Anything that had been given to Chichi, or to both of them, he didn’t touch.
The photo albums, he was glad that there was more than on set so that he was able to take a copy of each for his own. Even if some of them had pictures from his and Chichi’s wedding. They were memories, whether good, or bad, and he didn’t want to forget any of it. Every moment, after all, was a lesson. And Chichi was still the mother of Gohan and Goten. That would never change. And if Goten did decide to go with them, well then, he’d surely want to look at the albums from time to time.
Picking up the four star dragon ball in his hand he stared down at it. An important part of his history. Something that most, if not all of his friends had been a part of at one time or another.
He’d leave it for Gohan, but first - first he’d need it, because he knew what he wanted to wish for before he took off from Earth. Whether or not Goten and Trunks decided to leave too. He’d leave at that moment with Vegeta, if not for the wishes he felt needed to be made, and the fact that he wanted to be there to witness his younger son’s graduation.
Rather than placing the dragon ball in the capsule, he slipped it into his pocket and then closed the capsule. Which shrunk to even smaller than the dragon ball itself and carried it in his hand out from the room he’d once shared with Chichi. A room he never wanted to set foot in again.
When he arrived back in the kitchen, he frowned as he saw Chichi and Vegeta glaring at each other. He stood there for several long drawn out moments. Neither Chichi nor Vegeta looked at him, and nor did either of them blink.
“Hey, Chichi!? Vegeta!?” He waved his hand at them. When they didn’t seem to notice he walked over and waved his hand again, this time between the pair of them. “Snap out of it!” He didn’t know what was going on, but he definitely didn’t like it. Whatever it was.

Chichi blinked first and turned her head. “Goku?”
“What are you two doing?”
“I honestly have no idea, Goku.”
They both turned their attention to Vegeta who crossed his arms over his chest and glanced away.
“Vegeta?” Goku tilted his head one way and the other as he stared at the other male.
“It is a Saiyan thing. An Alpha Saiyan thing.”
“What’s an Alpha Saiyan?” Goku’s brows furrowed.
Vegeta’s gaze snapped to his. “If you hadn’t lost your memory and then your tail, you would know, Kakarot! And then you’d know true despair.”
“I know what true despair feels like Vegeta!” He did. He was certain of it.
Chichi stood up and backed away the frowning pair. Whenever Goku frowned, it meant business. “You two, take it outside!” She grabbed her trusty broom and lifted it over her head.
Goku, taking note of what his soon to be ex-wife had in her hands gulped and ran out of the house with Vegeta following after him.
“Kakarot!”
Goku whirled around. “Why do you bring up Saiyan things?”
“Because you’re a Saiyan, idiot!”
“Yet you never told me about whatever an Alpha Saiyan is before. Why now?”
“Because you’ll soon be free Kakarot! To have told you anything while you’re still married to that woman you call your wife would have been dishonorable.”
“Not like you’ve always been honorable Vegeta.” He frowned.
“Tch! You’d have understood if you hadn’t lost your Saiyan mind and memories.”
“And why even tell me about Alpha Saiyans when you say it’s to know true despair!? Why would there be despair?”
“Because then you’d know that the connection between you and anyone but another Saiyan could never satisfy you. Could never complete you. That you’d long for something you could never, ever have, because there are no other Saiyans left!”
“But… you’re a Saiyan, Vegeta.”
“I am an Alpha Kakarot!”
“So?” His brows furrowed.
“Alpha Saiyans’ can only connect with female Saiyans, or Beta’s or Omega’s.”
“Beta’s? Omega’s?” He blinked and shook his head. “What are you talking about!?” This was more information than he usually got at once. Not like Vegeta ever mentioned their culture or all that much about Vegetasei other than that he was the Prince of all Saiyans and that Frieza had destroyed it.
“A Beta is a male that can get pregnant by an Alpha, or another Beta. Not that the Beta male’s usually like other Beta’s.”
Goku’s head spun and he sat down where they stood yelling at each other. “A guy… pregnant?”
“Tch, a beta male, Kakarot! They don’t exist in humans, but in other races they do. Different races and species have different means of reproduction. You know this. Look at the Namekians.”
“Oh… right. But… I still can’t imagine it. What’s an Omega then?”
“An Omega… well they’re very rare and while weak when it comes to combat they can give birth to very strong warriors. They can only get pregnant by Alphas, and sometimes Beta’s. They can’t impregnate a female at all. But their scent, it’s very calming. Unlike Alpha’s and Beta’s they don’t have an Oozaru form. With them around, it’s easier for those in Oozaru to learn how to keep their mind while in that state. It’s also why, typically, it is frowned upon to mate with an Omega. They should remain pure. Plus, unless they mate with a really weak Beta, they can die during the mating or during childbirth.”
“Wow, that’s horrible.”
“Well, Omega’s might even be a myth. I’ve never met one.”
“What about Beta’s?” He was growing more and more curious. On one hand the Omega’s sounded great in regard to the calming effect and what Vegeta had said about how they affect those in the Oozaru form.
“I’ve met a few male Beta’s. They’re pretty rare too. But they are most definitely not a myth. It could even be that Beta males and Omega males are the same individual.”
“Why would knowing about this bring me despair?” He cocked his head to one side, still not understanding.
Vegeta frowned down at him. “Because, all Alpha Saiyan’s crave female Saiyans or Beta males.”
“What about Omega’s?”
“They might have fantasies, but they don’t want a mate that will die on them while they’re fucking them.”
Goku’s eyes flew wide and his face heated. “Vegeta!”
“What!?”
“Don’t say that word.”
“What? Fucking?” He flashed a toothy grin.
“Ugh!” He shook his head and then stood. “Well, I don’t feel despair, Vegeta. Do you?” If Vegeta mentioned the feelings in regard to what he was saying, then perhaps he did. And that had to be...lonely.
“I don’t know how you don’t feel it. Maybe because you lost your tail before you fully matured.”
“Maybe? Well, guess I’d better not grow it back, if that’s possible.” Even though he really, really wanted his tail back. Vegeta’s too. Maybe his sons wanted their own tails back as well. Which meant he had to do some thinking before making a wish on the dragon balls once he had gathered the other six.
Vegeta growled, “Of course I do! I long for the soul deep connection, even if its rare, there’d be hope if there were a non-Alpha Saiyan around. Who wouldn’t want to be with their Prince?”
Goku’s brows furrowed at the thought of some other Saiyan becoming Vegeta’s mate. If only he could get him to bite his neck, which he thought was something strange to want. Being bit hurt! With a shake of his head, he wondered where that train of thought had come from.
“I don’t know, Vegeta. But…” he wasn’t sure if he should ask or not, not when the conversation appeared to be agitating the shorter Saiyan, but Vegeta had brought it up. “How does one know they’re an Alpha anyway?”
“The color and length of their tail after puberty. And their scent. Not to mention their habits, especially when trying to entice a possible mate.” Vegeta, with his arms crossed over his chest, gazed away toward the mountains in the distance.
“Like, what habits?”
“While Alpha’s may at times cook for each other, when a Beta cook’s for an Alpha, they’re asking if that Alpha might be interested. Depending on how much the Alpha eats is the measure of their interest. Of course if they eat none of it that means they could never think of them as a potential mate.”
“Oh,” Goku stared at him. If he were a Beta, or an Omega, then the fact Vegeta had eaten what he’d cooked, despite it being made from ingredients the older male owned, Vegeta eating it all would have meant a very big interest then.
Getting up off the ground he started toward Bulma’s home again with Vegeta following on his heels.
Goku didn’t want to be an Alpha if it meant Vegeta wasn’t interested. Or maybe he couldn’t show his interest in him?
“Why can’t two Alpha’s be together, Vegeta?”
“Tch, because they can’t produce offspring together?
“So?”
“That’s not actually it. Alpha’s are very aggressive. It is instinct more than anything. While two Alpha’s might enjoy a short fling with each other, the truth of it is, is they’re likely to kill each other as instinct makes them see each other as rivals for resources and well… fertile members of their race that can give them offspring.”
“Whoa. Is that why you’ve wanted to kill me, or at least surpass me?”
“There may have been that element, but there were other things and you already know about them, Kakarot.”
He nodded as he walked, both hands on the back of his head as he stared up at the blue sky and the few fluffy white clouds.
“What happens when an Alpha and a Beta fight, Vegeta?”
“Then it is considered flirting, a part of courtship. Beta’s and females of our race when it was just for breeding purposes anyway, would choose based on strength who they’d mate with. Of course, if there was a soul deep connection only then would they mate for life as a pair bond or polyamorous set. The female and Beta always got to choose who to breed with.”
“So, no one forced them?”
“There are vile individuals who would try, but unless the female or beta had not family or friends, those family and friends could sense it and were there and able to stop it. Often it would result in death as it was seen as a defect when one tried to force anything beyond a cheek nuzzle on another.”
Goku was glad when he saw the fence around Capsule Corp. His mind reeled with the information. At least Vegeta hadn’t called him an idiot or third class lowlife too much, if at all during the knowledge he imparted.
“Vegeta, we’re here.”
“I know, Kakarot,” he grumbled and followed him past the fence where Bulma sat with a dark haired woman dressed in pinstripe blue.
“Oh! Here they are.” Bulma stood up and the other woman in a fancy suit stood.
“Goku, Vegeta, this is my lawyer, Hanako. I’ve handed her the papers and she said everything should be taken care of by days’ end since I paid extra to make it a priority.”
Hanako held out her hand with a grim smile, “Hello Goku,” she gripped his hands tight before offering her hand to Vegeta who refused to touch her.
“Is the short one an old flame of yours, Bulma?”
“He’s Trunks and Bulla’s father.”
“Ah! So Bulla takes after him with the scowl.”
Bulma laughed, “I suppose so.”
Goku grinned, “It’s nice to meet you Hanako. Thank you for helping with this.”
“You’re welcome. It is usually the woman wanting a divorce because the man cheated on her. At least it makes my bank account swell, but it does not place romance in a good light.”
“I can’t… really see Goku ever doing something like that. Vegeta on the other hand…”
“Woman, I never cheated on you!”
Bulma chuckled. “Of course not. It wasn’t like we were a couple anyway.”
“You two are still friends, despite not ever being a couple, but have two children together?”
Bulma shrugged. “Hey, he was fun to be with and I have two wonderful children and I don’t have a ball and chain.”
Hanako smirked. “That must be the best way to go about it. Only getting together to have offspring without making a lifelong commitment. Not with the divorce rate anyway.”
Goku shook his head. He didn’t know what to say, nor how to feel. But at least the divorce was set in motion and would be official sooner than most people’s thanks to Bulma’s help.
“Say, Bulma…” he leaned down to whisper into her ear so Hanako couldn’t hear, “could I borrow the dragon ball radar?”
Bulma blinked and turned around. “Sure Goku. I’ll lend you that.” She walked into the house with him following her, leaving Vegeta and Hanako outside.
“What do you need the radar for, Goku?”
“I… have a few wishes I want to make before I leave.”
“You’re leaving?”
“After Goten’s graduation ceremony, yeah.”
Bulma walked into one of the locked laboratories and took the radar off of a shelf. “Here it is, Goku. If I’m not prying too much, what wishes do you want to make?”
“I’m not sure you’d agree with them if I told you.”
“As long as it doesn’t hurt anyone and makes you happy, I’m fine with whatever you wish for.”
“Promise not to tell anyone else?”
Bulma crossed her finger over her heart. “I promise, you Son Goku, I will tell no one what you tell me here and now.”
With a small nod he whispered into her ear the three wishes he intended to make. Each one he mentioned had her eyes rounding more and more.
“Wow! Goku, I had no idea that was something you’d want to wish for, but I won’t stop you. And I won’t tell anyone. But maybe you should think about how you want to word those wishes.”
“Maybe, you could help me with that, after I get the other dragon balls?”
“Whatever and whenever you need me Goku.”
“Thanks Bulma, you’re the best!”
She chuckled. “You say that to all your friends.”
“Well, they’re all the best, but you were my first friend after Grandpa Gohan.” Not that there hadn’t been challenges along the way, though not the typical ones he’d had with several of his other friends who hadn’t always been his friends.
“Are you going to tell Vegeta, Goku?”
“Eh, no. I’ll tell him I have a few things to take care of and then go find what I need. It shouldn’t take too long.” Barring any new stronger megalomaniac, psychopath, or whatever showing up to ruin things.
Bulma pat him on the back. “Okay. Good luck, Goku.” With a smile she led him back out of the laboratory and outside where they’d left Vegeta and Hanako.
Vegeta turned and quirked a brow at them. “What did you need to talk about that you didn’t want me to hear?”
“It wouldn’t be a secret then, Vegeta!” Goku exclaimed. “But I have a few things to do. By myself. I… I need time to think.” It was true, but he wasn’t thinking about the divorce, but about leaving Earth, the reasons why, and when, and the wishes he wanted to make before journeying into space with no real intention of returning. Except for an occasional visit. He loved his sons and his granddaughter, plus he still had friends even if they were aging so rapidly.
“And how long do you plan to be gone, Kakarot?”
“Not long. I should be back before Goten’s graduation and then after that… we can leave.”
Hanako frowned. “Leave?”
Goku wasn’t sure how much Hanako knew, or if everyone on Earth was aware of the space traveling. “Err… well leave on a trip with Vegeta. Goten and Trunks might go too, but they haven’t decided yet.”
“You’ve already made up your mind, Kakarot?”
He nodded. “Yeah! But I still want to have some time to think about things on my own.” And to make those wishes before they left.
“Very well. But if you’re late, I’m coming to find you.”
He chuckled with his hand on the back of his head. “Okay Vegeta.”
Hanako shook her head and turned to Bulma to ask, “Are you sure Goku wouldn’t cheat on his wife with someone?” She looked pointedly at Vegeta.
“Not while he was married to her. I’m not sure he really understands too much about courtship rituals and flirting though. He’s always been a bit naive. But now there is nothing to stand in either of their ways.”
“Not even yourself?”
Bulma blinked and shook her head. “No.” She couldn’t tell Hanako that Vegeta and Goku weren’t even human and so they had different customs and rituals. Ones that only Vegeta knew and had only told her a little bit about and left Goku in the dark. Looking at them both now, and hearing Goku’s plans, she thought and hoped that they’d find happiness the likes of which neither had really and truly known.
A/N:
Once again thank you for reading! I hope readers enjoyed this chapter! Anyone have any clue what Goku might have decided to wish for?
I'd love to hear your thoughts on the story thus far and feel free to make suggestions, or leave constructive criticism - especially if I misspelled something or a word is missing that shouldn't be... etc etc.
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