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Nothing\'s Impossible	By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 8021 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Nothing's Impossible
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Nothing's Impossible 6

****Like I said: This part assumes you have knowledge of what happened during the Buu saga. I have summed up the entire saga in a set of paragraphs. If it is hopelessly confusing let me know and I'll try to clarify it.*****

He was being stupid. He told himself that. Twice. Repeated it in his mind until he was sure that he believed it. Never mind the way Vegeta looked at him. Never mind the fact that they weren't moving agianst one another anymore, that he didn't want to kiss him or touch him--not the way he had a minute ago--and never mind that he sat up now, let his head hang a little so he wasn't looking at Vegeta. Couldn't see his eyes when the Prince of All Saiyans realized he just promised some kid--his rival's kid--that he wasn't going to let him die.

Not that it mattered.

Gohan told himself that it wasn't so bad. Sure, he hadn't told his mother yet. Sure-- There was no other sure. There was nothing. It was bad. He was going to be all alone. An outcast. A strange thing in this world were the women had the babies. (Except, like Piccolo who puked up his offspring.)

He pushed Vegeta off his lap and got to his feet, reached for his shirt and tried very hard to be like his father, to crack a grin when he was miserable and not worry about the fact that things were goign to shit. He still had--something.

Something was better than no thing.

He moved to pull the shirt over his head and a hand grabbed his wrist, warm fingers, and he turned and looked at Vegeta. Saw the silent stubborness in the gaze, and didn't even respond with anger. Only exhaustion. Tugged on his hand but it didn't come free so he sighed. Held his shirt in one hand and waited for Vegeta to do whatever he wanted.

"Come on," the Prince said. Pulled him out of the room, through the hallways and up the stairs, to Vegeta's bedroom. (How kind.) But instead of stripping him naked (which Gohan honestly expected) the Prince pushed him back on to the bed, pulled his shoes off, and climbed on the bed next to him. Tugged the covers out from under them and pulled them up, over him. Laid there at his side and Gohan looked at him. "Sleep. I know you're tired. And you need to start eating more."

It was probably a trap. A ploy. But he didn't care. His whole body was exhausted, his back hurt, he didn't have the energy or the will to fight him. So he rolled onto his side, felt Vegeta scoot closer to him, the arm over his waist and hand against their child.

And if only in that single moment--Life was perfect.

~~~***

"Oh wow! A tournament! I didn't know you guys were--What are you wearing Gohan?"

"Shhhh," everyone said, glared at Kakarot and the kid himself shifted the clothes again, looked uncomfortable, but the dark circles around his eyes were hidden by the glasses. He managed a weak smile and the large idiot scratched the back of his head--clueless as usual of course--and chuckled his way out of the insult at the outfit.

"I mean...it looks great. I guess. After Vegeta's pink shirt everything looks great."

But Vegeta said nothing. They looked at him for a moment like they were expecting him to be angry, but he didn't give a damn about his lack of fashion sense. The kid was what concerned him. The fact that he had apparently flipped from over active, over angry and uber powerful to drag-ass moping. Exhaustion. He could feel it, strangely enough, every little surge of energy that Gohan gave to keep standing. His father had smacked him on the back and the kid (amazingly) had managed not to puke on the idiot.

Vegeta was going to kill him. (Kakarot.) (And he told himself that it had nothing to do with the fact that he manhandled Gohan.)

"Dad," Gohan said to his father. Disapproving. "At least he wears his clothes facing the right way."

"Hey! That was only the one time and it wasn't my fault. Your mother was the one that..."

"It's starting," the namek said (and Vegeta would have thanked him for saving them from that conversation but that would have meant that he was listening. That he cared that Gohan kept looking over at him and every time he did there was a surge of energy around the kid.)

"I hope I fight someone good," Kakarot said.

~~~***

Those. Fucking. Bastards.

If Gohan had had the energy he would have gone after them. Would have killed them. Would have ripped out their fucking guts, wrapped them around their fucking necks and impaled their fucking asses upside down on a nail-studded spike.

But he didn't have the energy. That was the point. They stole it. He couldn't even barely stand up. His hands kept trying to push him up, his arms were shaking and he was gulping down breath helplessly. The pain in his stomach was unbearable--the source of all his current rage. Those fuckers had almost HURT HIS CHILD!

And it was that thought, the tiny throb of his unborn child's ki that pushed him back to his feet. He grit his teeth, ripped the green jacket off and took off after the fuckers that thought they could hurt him. Take his energy and almost kill his child.

~~~***

Gohan woke up, found himself with the kais (a nice bunch of people that had just stood around thinking they were so fucking great while a bunch of pumped up asses tried to kill HIS child. He liked them so much he could just puke.) And of course, his dead father was hanging around too. Gawking at him.

Seriously.

Gawking. Especially about the waist area. Staring with the sort of focus that he didn't really think his father could attain but then he was apparently wrong because his father was STARING.

"What?" he asked, squirmed uncomfortably.

"I've never seen Chichi so mad at any one person before," his father informed him. "Not even me." Leaned back, scratched the back of his head and attempted a smile but that didn't work out so well.

Gohan sat up. Pulled the grass out of his hair and tried to figure out just what in the hell his father was mumbling about. Something about angry, something about--"Where's Vegeta?"

"Vegeta?" The Supreme Kai said. He looked at the other kai. The other kai--Kobito?--looked at him. "You mean the other saiyan? The majin?"

Gohan told himself that even if he could hurt the Kai's it would not be a brilliant plan. Told himself that killing them would do nothing. Told himself that it didn't matter were Vegeta was because he felt pretty good actually, like they had healed him all right up and his baby was fine, bouncy even. He got to his feet with no intention of killing anyone.

"Vegeta--died. He tried to kill Buu and sort of turned himself to dust."

So the kais were saved because he punched his father instead. Hard enough that he hurt his own fist and sent Goku flying backward across the face of the planet they were all sitting around on. But he told himself that hurting Goku wasn't going to change the fact that Vegeta had given into the Majin thing, that he had apparently sacraficed himself to kill Buu--well trying to kill Buu. He forced himself to breath and uncurl his fists.

Goku dug himself out of the ground, stood up and dusted himself off. "Yep," he said cheerfully, "You're pregnant. Wow--Goten's cute and smart." Like he was proud of this. Then there was silence, his father looked at him very closely and then made a strange sort of disgusted noise (well not disgusted but shocked.) "Oh--Gohan--Vegeta? Why'd it have to be Vegeta? He's not even pretty or handsome or anything and he's...short!"

"Uh..." The Supreme Kai said.

Gohan ignored him. "And who else would have gotten me pregnant dad? Piccolo? Yamcha? Oolong?"

"We do have a monster capable of universal destruction running around eating the people of earth," the Supreme Kai attempted to point out.

"OOLONG?!" Goku shouted. "That's DISGUSTING. You can mix pig and monkey. It'd be a...a...pigkey!"

~~~***

"You got Gohan pregnant!" This was the statement that greeted him when he came back from being dead (to find Kakarot living--strange.) This sentence was followed by him being poked in the chest hard and having to give Kakarot a look of absolute boredom.

As if he cared what the moron thought.

"And?"

"That's my son, Vegeta."

The conversation might have lasted longer if not for the fact that the big pink blob was still around. Killing people. Like it absorbed his son and ate Bulma. And absorbed the kid (which really pissed Vegeta off.) Kakarot flashed him an earring (which despite the fact that he had no fashion sense was not a pretty thing to look at) and he attempted to deny the fact that it was a good idea.

Told himself that being trapped in a joint body with the baka would be--bearable--if it meant that Gohan would survive. Nevermind the fact that they would be one seriously fucked up fusion. Vegeta was definitely not going to be involved with the black-haired bitch and he didn't think Goku would be very interested in Gohan. These problems, supposedly, were not as important as the fact that they did not have the power to defeat Buu seperately.

So. On with the earring.

~~~***

"YOU FUCKING IMBECILIC MORON WITH PUDDING FOR BRAINS!" Vegeta screamed. He screamed. Princes did not scream and he--Vegeta--was screaming. He grabbed Kakarot by the hair and kneed in him the face, tossed him onto the ground and followed him down, punching with every centimeter they fell. "HOW DARE YOU! HOW DARE YOU!"

Kakarot managed to get his hands up, pushed him away and got to his feet (like a fucking worthless coward) with his hands up. "Vegeta--" But he was nothing but a helpless little boy. A worthless waste of energy and flesh. Something so useless and helpless and disgusting and worthless...

Vegeta could not actually remember being this angry. The thought struck him as he envisioned what it would be like to turn Kakarot inside out inch by little inch.

"They were too far away--Vegeta. I couldn't reach them..."

The moron was supposed to get the boys. He was supposed to go save the boys--Gohan, Trunks and Goten--before the world blew up. He should have swooped down and grabbed THEM. The boys! Not stupid ass human-boy with hair on his chest and the fucking dog and the green thing with the big eyes that looked like an overgrown toddler. They had gone through Buu's ENTIRE BODY to get the boys back. NOT SO THEY COULD SAVE USELESS THINGS while the boys were left to DIE!

"Look--Vegeta. We've still got to defeat Buu. We're the only ones left that can fight. We can get the dragon balls, Vegeta, and wish everyone back."

He was not going to lower himself to speak to the bastard. They were going to save the world. Gohan was going to be brought back. Vegeta was going to pound Kakarot's worthless (EMPTY) skull into the side of a mountain until it cracked open and then he was going to use it as a bird bath.

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Heen...I love this story. I'm sorry that the updates have been chaotic. Thank you for everyone who is reading and *snuggles happily those that review* I didn't expect this story to be barely popular at all and *eyes fall out* over a thousand hits! *dead*
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