Alternate Reality

Alternate Reality

Started: October 21, 2006

Finished: October 21, 2007 (...wow that was talented of me, I totally didn't plan that)

Chapter 6 – “Face to Face”

WC: 7,702

AN: OMG...It's done...wow. Okay so here's the last chapter. Thanks to all who have supported me on this long ride, it's been fun. This last chapter was strange because some parts were exactly how I pictured them and others weren't what I expected. Maybe sometime in the future I might come back and rewrite it, but for now I want to be done with this story so I can move on to the next, which I'm much more excited about.

Chapter Sum-up: GOKU RETURNS...finally (it took me six chapters and over 20,000 words to get here but we made it), everyone's happy, some locker room smut...and unexpected visitors (seriously, I couldn't resist).

So on with the story...

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This was certainly not the way Vegeta expected this day to go. He had everything planned right down to bathroom breaks. But of course schedules never worked for this family and they probably never will. He supposed he should just get used to walking blindly into any situation.

First Goten and Trunks had refused to cooperate when Vegeta was trying to get them ready for the day. They didn’t want to wash up and they wanted to wear their gis to the tournament but Vegeta forced them to wear something else until they got there because he didn’t want them messing up their gis before they ever got into the ring.

Then while he was wrestling his two youngest sons into their clothes Piccolo came into the room to say something burning. Suddenly the Namek had two armfuls of half-Saiyan boys as Vegeta sprinted to the kitchen to try and salvage his laborious breakfast…of course he didn’t get there in time. So they all had to settle for cold cereal and toast that morning.

Vegeta didn’t even want to mention, though, the fact Gohan came down with a large hickey at the base of his neck. Vegeta stared at it for a full minute, causing Piccolo and Gohan to become very nervous, before he sent the teenager upstairs to get dressed properly. Vegeta was not going to think about his son growing up and doing…those things…nope, Vegeta will not think about it. Not…thinking…about Gohan…having…

And of course Gohan walked back downstairs with that atrocious outfit on, which was even more hideous close up. Vegeta will do his best to ignore it. He will actively not think about his oldest son no longer being innocent and having no fashion sense whatsoever. He…will…not…think about it, at all.

The straw that broke the camels back, though, was when Krillin showed up saying they should all travel together, sounded innocent enough, nothing more to ruin Vegeta’s day. If only things were that simple. Krillin suggested they use a flying machine to get there so they wouldn’t make a scene. If Vegeta had thought Videl’s contraption was ugly, it was nothing compared to this thing. It was like a Twinkie with jet packs. It was unbelievably disgraceful for him, a prince, to be seen flying around in one of those monstrosities.

But of course Vegeta got talked into it because Gohan was agreeing with Krillin and Goten and Trunks were so excited and giving him those looks that always bent their prince to their will.

So here Vegeta found himself. Breakfast ruined, reputation destroyed, and fatherly illusions tossed out the window, flying in a machine that would win first prize in an ugly pageant. He couldn’t wait to let out some of this frustration in the ring; he really wanted to punch something about now.

“I’ve ridden on Galactic Slugs that moved faster than this,” he complained, crossing his arms and…he wasn’t pouting…he was frowning…honestly.

“Put a sock in it Princy,” Piccolo muttered.

If Vegeta was the ‘sticking out your tongue’ type he would have at this point in time. Instead he grunted and sank further into his seat. Unbelievable.

“This is the best way to not draw attention to ourselves Pops,” Gohan said, leaning forward to speak to Vegeta.

“Humph. This is coming fro the person dressed up like a circus clown,” Vegeta retorted…frowning not pouting.

“Will you ever get over this?”

“Never.”

“…”

“Just know that if the paparazzi bombard you I’m not coming to help. I shall just sit back and watch.”

“Pops…you’re so irritating.”

“So is your outfit.”

Gohan groaned as the conversation came full circle. His Papa chose the weirdest things to be upset about. “Look, since we don’t want to draw attention to ourselves. So I suggest we agree that none of us will go Super Saiyan today.”

“Why should I agree to that?”

“Just think about it. If people see us transform it’ll stir up quite a frenzy and then they’ll get our names from the registration forms. Then our house will be swamped with reporters.”

“Fine,” Vegeta snorted. “There will be no Super Saiyan transformations today.”

“Thanks Pops.”

“Humph. Doesn’t mean I’m going to go easy on you Boy.”

“…hehehe…”

Krillin interrupted their conversation saying he could see the island where the tournament was going to be held. Everyone eagerly looked out the front window as their vehicle slowly drew closer. They landed on an area designated for the parking of their vehicles and they all grabbed their gear and walked through the streets filled with vendors and games.

Vegeta was also keeping an eye out for where they were to register, not wanting to miss the deadline. The group slowly made their way down the street, soaking in everything and looking for the one man who was going to make this day more enjoyable. Off to their right they noticed quite the commotion and saw Hercule in all his ‘glory,’ playing the crowd and generally being annoying.

Everyone stood around making snide comments about the ‘world champ’ but Vegeta’s attention was drawn to another group of people approaching. What in the world are they doing here, he thought. Body tensing as some people he hoped to never see again drew closer. He pulled Trunks and Goten behind him and prepared to face down these women who didn’t deserve to be in their presence.

His friends finally noticed the other group and they all stood staring at each other. Chi-chi was her with her father and Bulma was here with Yamcha along with Puar and Oolong. Vegeta wasn’t sure what to expect. He was sure Chi-chi wasn’t here for any good but he hoped Bulma had gotten over herself, he didn’t want to believe she was as bad a person as she was when Vegeta was with her.

“What are you doing here,” He asked, nearly growling as he addressed them.

Chi-chi glared at him like he was some disgusting bug in her soup but Bulma stared at him calmly. “We heard Goku was going to be here today,” the mother of his son said easily.

“Who did you hear that from,” he nearly shouted. He didn’t want anything to ruin his one and only chance to be with his lover.

“They heard it form me Vegeta,” Krillin said, looking ashamed. “Bulma came to visit and it just slipped out…”

Vegeta nodded to his friend and turned back to the unexpected guests, he would not start a fight, be he sure as hell would finish one if they started it. His youngest sons shyly poked out from behind his legs, wondering why their papa was so tense.

“Cradle Robber,” Chi-chi screamed when Goten came into view and stalking forward she tore the child away from his Papa. “You evil, filthy monkey whore. I knew you could never be trusted.”

“What in the hell are you talking about you stupid harpy,” he shouted right back. He turned and pushed Trunks over to Piccolo who was already shielding Gohan from his mother. Vegeta spun back around and faced the crazy woman in front of him and stalked forward to retrieve his son. “Are you completely hallucinating woman? You are the one who abandoned him the second he was out of your womb; I just took him in and cared for him like you should have. Don’t you dare blame me for ruining your ‘happy family’ delusions.”

He finally had Goten safely in his arms and proceeded to stare this bitch down. Chi-chi froze up at his words, her face paling before it turned a vibrant red and her body buzzed with her fury. Before she could start on a tirade though, a hand on her shoulder stopped her.

“Stop it Chi-chi,” Bulma whispered calmly, yet her eyes were blazing. “We didn’t come here to fight. I wanted to make amends and you said you did too. But you’re not doing a good job. I think you should go calm down.”

Chi-chi shrugged Bulma’s hand off and huffed, crossing her arms and turning her nose up. She glared at the Prince of Saiyans before turning away. She stomped off, her father trialing after her. Vegeta hoped it would be the last he ever saw of her.

Goten relaxed into the strong arms around him when the mean lady was out of sight. He nuzzled his Papa in thanks for making sure she didn’t take him away, Goten liked where he was just fine. His head was petted gently and the chest his head rested on vibrated with the purrs his Papa was using to comfort him.

Vegeta turned to Bulma once Goten was content. She said she wanted to make amends and while that made him happy it wasn’t going to be that easy. He had been deeply hurt by her actions back then and extremely angry at her for abandoning her son. For so long he had thought she was no better than Chi-chi, and a part of him still thought that. He would listen to what she had to say though, and go from there.

“Hello Vegeta,” Bulma said quietly, holding Yamcha’s hand and gaining support from her long time lover.

“Hello Bulma,” Vegeta replied, setting Goten down and sending him to his brother who needed some unconditional love right about then after seeing his mother for the first time in years.

“I was hoping to see Trunks.”

“To claim him back?”

“…well…”

“Absolutely not.”

“He’s my son too.”

“Why are you asking for him now. Is it possible you haven’t been able to have another so you want to take mine, or better yet you need an heir to your company?”

“…”

“My answer still stands.”

“Alright. Part of the reason is because I haven’t been able to get pregnant since Trunks and I do want an heir, but more so I just want to get to know my son.”

“It didn’t seem like you wanted to get to know him before.”

“I wasn’t ready then to raise a child, but now I am.”

“Oh, so you let me do all the hard work then you waltz in to mold him into your perfect little CEO. I won’t let you.”

“He’s my son Vegeta.”

“And he’s mine as well and unlike you I’ve nursed him, fed him, clothed him, and loved him for the past eight years and what have you done.”

“…I’m sorry Vegeta.”

“Well I’m not. While your actions back then were upsetting I have since then become very close to my son and I wouldn’t trade that bond for anything.”

“…”

“What.”

“You’re not the Vegeta I once knew.”

“No woman, I’m still the same, just my priorities are different.”

Bulma sighed, knowing she probably wouldn’t be able to take Trunks back to Capsule Corps with her, unless the boy chose to go with her, which was unlikely. But if she made amends then maybe at least she could still have a chance to get to know her son and be a part of his life.

“If I can’t take him home with me, can I at least get the chance to know him, for no other purpose than to be a part of his life?”

Vegeta stared at Bulma, searching for any traces of deception on her face. He found none. A long buried part of him still wanted to deny her the chance but he squashed that little voice. “You have one chance. If you hurt him or try to take him from me you will never see him again. Understood?”

“…I understand Vegeta.”

“Good. Trunks, why don’t you come over here for a moment.”

Trunks hurried over to his father, reluctantly leaving his job of comforting his older brother, even though he didn’t know what was wrong. He shyly looked up at the people in front of his Papa, one of his hands he used to grip his Papa’s pant leg tightly and his other hand fiddled with the drawstrings on his jacket. He looked curiously up at Vegeta, wondering why he had asked him over there.

Vegeta looked down at his son then turned to his mother. “Trunks, this is your mother Ms. Bulma Briefs. Bulma this is Trunks,” Vegeta said, slightly stepping away.

Bulma let go of Yamcha’s hand and knelt down so she was eye level with her son. He had already gotten so big but she was confident he would recognize her as his other parent, since the boy had only lived with Vegeta for the past eight years. “Hello Trunks,” she said, reaching out a hand to her son.

Trunks stared at her for a while before slowly coming forward and placing his own hand in hers. “Hello Ms. Bulma,” Trunks said quietly.

“Call me Mom Trunks,” she said, gripping the smaller hand in hers.

Trunks was a little shocked at her statement. While his father said this woman was his mother and she seemed nice enough, Trunks wasn’t ready to call her ‘mom.’ He was quite content with the parent he already had. Besides, Goku was going to be here today and his Papa said he was supposed to be his dad if he was still alive. “It was nice to meet you Ms. Bulma,” Trunks said politely and gently pulled his hand from hers and retreated back to his Papa’s side.

Bulma was shocked that this child didn’t jump at the opportunity to have a real mother but she said nothing. She just stood up and let Yamcha wrap an arm around her shoulders. “Will it be alright if we stay to see Goku and watch the tournament,” Bulma asked her one time lover after she composed herself.

Vegeta nodded as his son came back to his side and he quickly pulled the boy into his arms. Part of him was glad Trunks didn’t immediately start calling Bulma ‘mom.’ Vegeta knew that if his son decided to live with her instead of him he would be powerless to stop his son, because he made a promise to himself to always uphold his children’s wishes even if he got hurt because of them. Vegeta hugged his son tightly; glad he still came first for his son. Bulma could visit and be a part of Trunks’ life but Vegeta would be the one to raise this beautiful boy into a man.

Vegeta locked eyes with Bulma for a few moments before turning away and walking over to his other sons. He set Trunks down and slowly drew Gohan into his arms and stroked his hair, whispering how proud he was and how much he loved him. Gohan sighed into his shoulder and relaxed, drawing away from the embrace to smile at his Papa, thanking him for his strength. Vegeta smirked back and rubbed his son’s arms. “How about we look for your father,” Vegeta suggested.

“That sounds good Pops,” Gohan said, smile growing at the thought of finally seeing his dad again.

“I’ll go scout around the area,” Krillin said, turning to take off into the sky.

Off behind the group the unmistakable noise of someone teleporting sounded and all became aware of the aura that hadn’t been felt in seven long years.

There stood Goku, in his trademark gi and smiling brightly with Baba the Witch by his side. “Hey everybody. I’m back,” their savior said cheerfully looking at all of them with happy eyes.

“Dad,” Gohan cried out.

“Goku,” Piccolo said in his own monotonously happy way.

“Kakarot,” Vegeta whispered, staring at his lover and soaking up his presence. This day was finally brightening in Vegeta’s eyes.

“It’s so good to see everyone. You’ve all changed so much,” Goku said with his hands on his hips, and turned to his son. “Gohan, look at you. You’re huge.”

Gohan laughed, no knowing why, but just needing to react in some way let out all the happy emotions threatening to burst from his chest. Krillin was trying valiantly to hold back tears and Vegeta was restraining himself from tackling his lover and kissing him soundly.

“So…are you all just going to stand there and stare at me all day,” Goku said teasingly.

His comment seemed to unfreeze everyone from their stupor and Gohan, Krillin, Yamcha, Oolong, and Puar all launched themselves at Goku, nearly toppling him with the force. Goku hugged everyone in turn but spent the most time with Gohan, holding the unfamiliar body and soaking up the man his little boy had become. He pulled back and stared at this young man, love for him flaring in his heart. “I’ve missed you a lot Gohan,” he said, gripping his son’s shoulders.

“I’ve missed you too Dad,” Gohan rasped out, voice choking with emotion.

“You’ve grown so much, you’re nearly as tall as me. And I really like your outfit. It’s really cool.”

“Thanks Dad.”

“How did I know you would say that Kakarot,” Vegeta spoke up.

“Say what Vegeta,” Goku asked, turning to the man he loved.

Vegeta just shook his head in exasperation, but he smiled at the scene of the father and son reunion, storing it in his heart so he would never forget. “I’ve missed you Kakarot,” Vegeta said quietly, staring at the man with burning eyes.

“I’ve missed you Vegeta,” Goku replied, holding himself back from just walking over and claiming his love. He was very thankful for his early visit the night before since it took away most of the desperation, or else he would have been on Vegeta already.

The two Saiyans stared at each other for a few moments then Goku’s attention was drawn to the two boys standing behind Vegeta’s legs, both looking at him with awe in their wide eyes. When Goten saw he was noticed he ducked back behind his Papa’s leg but Trunks bravely stared at the hero from their bedtime stories. “Hey Vegeta. I think there’s a little me behind your leg,” Goku said, pointing towards Goten.

Vegeta chuckled and put a hand on both of the boy’s shoulders and drew them in front of him. “How about you introduce yourselves boys,” he said quietly when they both anxiously looked at him.

They exchanged glances and turned to Goku and shuffling their feet they introduced themselves to the hero before of them.

“I’m Trunks.”

“And I’m Goten.”

Goku’s smile brightened and he gently pushed his friends aside as he came closer. “And I’m Goku,” he said, gazing at the two youngest Saiyans, spending extra time on Goten. “Hi.”

A few quiet moments passes as they stared at each other with everyone else holding their breath to see what would happen next.

“Daddy,” Goten cried, running to the man who knelt down to catch him and pull his son into his arms.

“Whoa there little guy, you’re a strong one aren’t ya,” Goku said laughing, placing the child on his shoulder. The two Sons laughed together and played, trapped in their own little world for a few moments.

Suddenly Goku felt a tug on his pant leg and looked down to see Trunks shyly gazing up at him. Vegeta’s son seemed to want to say something but he was too embarrassed to. Then Goku realized what he wanted. He bent down and scooped Trunks into one arm with Goten secure in the other. Trunks smiled happily when his unspoken question was answered and he was accepted. He hugged Goku tightly as the three of them spun around and laughed together.

While Goku didn’t know everything that had happened on Earth these past seven years, he did know Vegeta had adopted his sons into his heart when they needed him. He realized then that when Trunks was looking at him with pleading eyes the boy wanted Goku to be his father since he was Goten’s and Gohan’s. Goku felt so honored Trunks wanted this from him that he didn’t waste a second in accepting this boy into his heart.

Bulma stood by and watched the whole exchange curiously, and a bit envious, trying to piece together the story. She found out from Krillin when she went to visit that Vegeta had taken charge of Gohan and Goku’s unexpected second son Goten. Bulma was shocked to hear Chi-chi had had another child, since Bulma wasn’t told. Who knew what else Chi-chi had kept from her?

Bulma has certainly seen Vegeta in a new light since then. He apparently became a good father if the boys are anything to go by. They all seemed healthy and happy. And Vegeta was looking good as well, his time as a father has certainly tamed the beast he was when he first arrived on Earth.

But what made Bulma really confused was the interaction between Vegeta and Goku. Right now Vegeta looked on proudly as Goku basically declared himself Trunks other parent when he had been defensive when Bulma had tried to do the same thing. And the way the two of them looked at each other, it was almost as if they were…in love. And as ridiculous as it sounded in her head Bulma could not deny the evidence in front of her. The look in their eyes as they exchanged glances and the warm tones in their voices all pointed to the fact that there was something between the two of them that they never told anyone. This revelation also explained why Vegeta was so depressed after the Cell Games and why he was always so eager to go train.

She watched quietly as the boys played with Goku and Vegeta watched proudly. She had missed her opportunity with Vegeta, to be a mother and partner, and she regretted that. She looked at Yamcha who stood by her side. She would not make the same mistake again, she wouldn’t push this man away who loved her and they would keep trying until they had a family as beautiful as the one before her.

Goku was interrupted from his content moment when Baba came to remind him he only had 24 hours on earth, that was all her powers could allow. Goku nodded in understanding, shouting a goodbye to the witch as she disappeared.

“I think we should head to the registration table before it closes,” Piccolo suggested.

Goku set Trunks and Goten down and they ran off ahead, chatting with each other excitedly. The rest of the group slowly headed off that way including Yamcha, Bulma, Oolong and Puar who decided to stay and cheer for their friends. Vegeta started to head off after them when his wrist was caught and he was pulled chest to chest with Goku. The lovers stared at each other for a moment before Goku gently drew Vegeta up for a kiss.

Vegeta wrapped one arm around his love’s neck and the other softly caressed his cheek. Goku had one hand in Vegeta’s silken hair and the other pressed to the small of his back to keep them as close together as possible. The kiss was sweet and delicate as they restrained themselves, knowing the time for passion would be later, right now it was about expressing their love for each other. The kiss broke off with a shuddering breath from both of them. Vegeta buried his head into the string chest in front of him, inhaling the scent that calmed and excited him all at once. They stood holding each other for a few moments before drawing apart and taking off after their friends and family.

Goku shyly put an arm around Vegeta’s shoulder, wondering how his prince would respond to the public display of affection. Vegeta looked up at him and Goku gulped but was happily surprised when not only did Vegeta lean into the embrace but he also wrapped one arm around Goku’s waist. Goku sighed in happiness and pulled Vegeta closer as they trailed after their little group.

As they got closer they saw Trunks and Goten barreling towards them. Vegeta pulled away from Goku. “Why don’t you go sign up Kakarot, I’ll deal with our boys,” Vegeta said, giving Goku a quick peck on the lips before turning towards his sons.

“Okay Vegeta,” Goku replied, heart fluttering when he said ‘our sons.’ He quietly questioned himself why he decided to leave this life and man behind as he walked on ahead. He knew in his head he had left so they would be safe, but being confronted with a taste of what a beautiful life he could have had he can’t help but feel some regret and wish he was a little less selfless.

Trunks and Goten skidded to a stop in front of their Papa, Trunks looking angry and Goten just upset. “You gotta go change their minds Papa,” Trunks said, grapping one of Vegeta’s hands and dragging him towards the registration table.

“Yeah, yeah,” Goten agreed, grabbing Vegeta’s other hand. “Please make them change the rules.”

“What are you two whining about,” Vegeta asked, letting himself be lead.

“They won’t let us fight with the adults,” Trunks said quickly, focused on getting his Papa to change the minds of those men.

“Yeah. We have to fight with all the kids,” Goten said.

“Well you two are children,” Vegeta said calmly, shaking his head at his sons’ impatience.

“But that’s boring,” they both cried.

Vegeta finally got them to stop dragging him and he knelt down so he was eyelevel with them both. “I know you don’t like it but there’s nothing I can do. If it’s in the rules it can’t be changed. Just be glad you’ll have each other to fight, alright,” Vegeta said patiently, getting reluctant nods from his sons and they promised each other they would meet in the finals of the Junior Division.

Vegeta smirked and sent them off to stand with Piccolo as he went over to join Gohan and Goku who were both still registering.

“I’m sorry, what was that,” one of the men at the table asked Gohan.

“The Great Saiyaman,” Gohan said in a false hero voice.

“Who’s that,” Goku asked his son.

“It’s my superhero name. Cool huh,” Gohan replied proudly, puffing out his chest.

Goku scratched his head. “If you say so,” he said with a chuckle.

“That name is almost as idiotic as that outfit,” Vegeta spoke up, striding past them to enter himself in the tournament.

“Pops, come on. Give me a break,” Gohan said rubbing the side of his nose.

Vegeta turned and gave Gohan one of those looks that said ‘you really think I’m going to do that.’ Goku continued to scratch his head at the exchange. While Vegeta said something mean it was still somewhat affectionate and Gohan didn’t seem mad at all, just annoyed. He really was missing out on a lot being dead.

Once they were all entered into the tournament they gathered at the point where the road split, taking the fighters one way and the fans another. Krillin and 18 said goodbye to their daughter and left her in the care of Master Roshi, along with Bulma, Yamcha, Oolong and Puar. Trunks and Goten took off ahead of the group with Piccolo right behind them. Goku walked beside Krillin, staring at him with a confused expression. “So what’s with the hair Krillin. I always thought you were naturally bald,” Goku commented.

“Oh no. I just kept it well waxed. I could have sworn I told you that,” Krillin said, stopping to look up at his best friend.

“But why did you stop doing it. I mean you just don’t look like…you know, Krillin anymore,” Goku said, still confused at his friend’s change in appearance.

“I guess love can make you change some things. Isn’t that right my friend? I’m sure Vegeta made you do some un-Goku like things back in the day,” Krillin said, elbowing Goku and wiggling his eyebrows.

“Oh yeah, you could say that. This one time Vegeta and I…AHHH,” Goku quickly covered his mouth, looking anxiously at his friend and horrified that he had let that slip. He still hadn’t told Krillin he and Vegeta were together and he didn’t know how his friend would react.

“Hey man, don’t worry. Vegeta already told me you two are together. I’m happy for you. Vegeta’s a great guy once you get to know him, when you aren’t on his hit list.”

“You’re really okay with it,” Goku asked timidly.

“Of course. You’re my best bud and you always will be. Nothing will change that.”

Goku smiled and he and Krillin laughed together as Goku thanked Kami he had such an amazing friend as Krillin. As they laughed someone leisurely walked by him, followed by Vegeta and Goku looked up at the blond woman, eyes widening as he realized who she was. “Whoa, watch out everyone. Android 18 is here,” Goku said, wondering why no one was panicking.

“Look he noticed. How cute,” 18 said sarcastically.

“Someone please tell me she’s still not terrorizing the planet.”

“Well actually…uh Goku…18 and I have gotten married,” Krillin said blushing.

“Ehhh…you mean you live in the same house as her,” Goku said, gapping at his friend.

Krillin nodded. “That’s all part of it. We even had a kid together,” Krillin said proudly.

“WHAT…BUT…but how,” Goku cried.

“Spare me,” 18 muttered, turning away and joining Vegeta. “I’m not quite sure what you see in him.”

“And I’m not sure what you see in Baldy. So let’s both accept we’re both a bit mad and have a hero complex and move on,” Vegeta replied.

“Why do you still call him Baldy? He’s not bald anymore you know.”

“…old habits die hard.”

The two ex-villains chuckled together and walked off leaving the men they loved behind.

“How do androids have babies,” Goku leaned down to ask.

“As it so happens, she started out as a human being. Dr. Gero just remolded her a little bit,” Krillin explained.

“Oh okay. Then congratulations.”

“Thank You.”

Gohan stood off to the side and happily watched the exchange between his friends and family. He still couldn’t believe his father was really here and that his younger brothers will finally get to know him. But before he could follow their little group he was swept off with Videl. The girl just didn’t know when to quit. Or accept no as an answer.

The group of fighters, minus Gohan, was directed to a locker room where they could change. Trunks and Goten jumped around eagerly as their Papa gave them their gis and soon clothes were flying in every direction as the two boys changed. Vegeta grumbled as he picked up the discarded clothes but at the same time watched closely for Goku’s reaction to Goten’s outfit. While he still hated orange he made an exception and put together this gi per Goten’s request a few days ago. Once the boys were changed they went outside dragging Piccolo along so they could play while they waited, followed by Krillin who had finished changing.

Goku turned away from the door where he had watched the boys exit and turned to Vegeta, pulling the shorter man into his arms. “Did you make that for him,” Goku asked, referring to Goten’s gi.

Vegeta slowly looked up at him, eyes cautious. “Yes I did,” Vegeta said quietly. “Do you not like it?”

Goku shook his head, smiling at Vegeta. “I love it,” Goku whispered, pulling Vegeta closer. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For taking such good care of Gohan and Goten.”

“You don’t have to thank me. I love them as my own. There was no reason why I shouldn’t care for them.”

Goku couldn’t respond to his lover’s truthful words. He never thought he could love Vegeta any more than he already did, but the Saiyan Prince was constantly proving him wrong. Goku looked around the locker room, smirking when he noticed no one else was there. But to be safe he dragged Vegeta over to the showers and turned one on. “Kakarot, what are you doing,” Vegeta asked anxiously, looking around with caution.

“I was thinking you should take a shower Vegeta. And I thought I’d help you by scrubbing your back,” Goku purred, eyes dark as he pulled his lover close again.

Vegeta blushed right to his hair-line. He sometimes forgot his lover was not as carefree and innocent as he appeared to be. He was still a Saiyan, a Dominant Saiyan, and he could always get Vegeta’s blood boiling. Goku made quick work of their clothes and shoved his naked lover into the shower, sending one more glance around the empty room before joining him.

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It was a tight squeeze but that was exactly what Goku wanted, and he wrapped his arms around his deliciously wet lover and pulled him up for a kiss as the warm water bathed them. Vegeta responded eagerly and put his hands in Goku’s hair and pulled him closer so they might devour each other. His groans were swallowed by Goku when his larger lover wrapped one hand around his tail and the other dived lower down the cleft of his ass to rub at his wrinkled opening.

Suddenly Vegeta was spun around and pressed against the slick wall, body shuddering at the unexpected coolness of the tiles, beautifully contrasting the hot body behind him. A hand on his shoulder forced his upper body tightly to the wall and a hand on his hip pulled his lower body out, causing him to arch his back enticingly and blush at the position he was in. Warm lips pressed to the base of his neck, sucking the soft skin there. Vegeta wrapped his tail around Goku’s upper thigh, using the soft tip to tease and tickle his lover’s erection and balls.

Goku growled happily at Vegeta’s actions and in retaliation his lips began to travel lower. Goku stopped at each vertebra on the way down, kissing and nipping the sensitive areas thoroughly before moving down to the next. His travels finally brought him to the base of his lover’s tail. He nuzzled his nose in the dark fur, inhaling his lover’s aroused scent and his own erection pulsed in reaction to the smell. Vegeta’s tail moved up his body and wrapped around his neck, not threateningly, but to encourage him to continue his ministrations.

Goku purred deep in his chest and abandoned the tail before him to take part in a much sweeter area of the body in front of him. He placed a hand on each of the globes of Vegeta’s ass, roughly rubbing the soft flesh before pulling them apart and holding them in the palm of each hand. He used his thumbs to rub the wrinkled edges of his lover’s entrance, rubbing back and forth over the opening and drank in the sight of Vegeta moaning and trembling in response. Goku then leaned forward and licked at the puckered flesh, continuing to rub his thumbs around the edges, groaning at the thick taste. Wanting to completely undo his lover he dipped his tongue shallowly in and out, flicking and twisting it to get the desired response from Vegeta. Vegeta moaned throatily at the feeling and used one hand to brace himself on the wall better and the other to cover his mouth to try and muffle the sounds his lover’s onslaught was causing.

The teasing seemed to be endless in Vegeta’s mind, he was consumed with pleasure and his body tensed and relaxed with the rhythm Goku’s tongue was performing on a much neglected part of his body. Moments later he couldn’t take anymore and knew the only way it would end was to do something only Goku could get him to do, beg.

“Please Kakarot…nuhhh please. I can’t take it anymore. I need you…mmmm, please. It’s been too long,” he groaned out, reaching a hand back to try and encourage his lover to take their loving to the next level.

Goku was never one to turn down a cry for help, whether on the battle field or in the bedroom. He abandoned his feast and stood up, pressing two fingers into Vegeta’s body, stretching him as quick as possible. He attached his mouth to his lover’s ear, purring as he felt how warm and tight Vegeta was. “I’ve missed this…missed you. Nothing can ever make me feel the way you do,” he growled, watching as Vegeta’s face contorted in pleasure as he was prepared, memorizing everything his senses could take in of this moment.

When he was satisfied Vegeta was prepared enough, Goku pulled his fingers away and turned Vegeta around. He was nearly attacked as Vegeta desperately kissed him, wrapping one arm around his neck and the other rubbed his chest. Goku leaned down, without breaking the kiss, and wrapped his arms around Vegeta’s thighs, pulling the smaller man into his arms and pressing him back against the wall. The adjusted for a second and Goku had his hands pressed to the tiles on either side of Vegeta, with his elbows locked with Vegeta’s knees, bending the prince into the perfect position to be fucked senseless.

Vegeta kept his lips locked with Goku’s and used the hand not wrapped up in Goku’s hair to reach down and grab his lover’s erection. He rubbed the large cock in his hand, spreading the water of their shower onto it, sighing as his lover purred at his touches. He guided his lover to his entrance and wrapped his tail around Goku’s waist for more leverage as he sank down on the large cock of the man who would have been his mate. They both groaned as Vegeta slowly sank down until his ass was cradled in the juncture of Goku’s hips.

Goku held himself still, luxuriating in the tight heat of his lover, feeling Vegeta slowly relaxing and adjusting to his size. Their long kiss finally broke and their breaths mingled in the tiny gap between their lips. “Kakarot,” Vegeta whispered, closing his eyes and leaning his head back, letting the shower hit his chest, sighing at the sensation.

“Vegeta,” Goku breathed. Eyes raking over his submissive lover and knew right then how much Vegeta trusted and loved him because he let himself be so open and vulnerable in this moment. Vegeta was not a man to do this at all except with Goku and Goku knew he was blessed to have this man’s love.

Goku leaned forward and pressed his lips to the base of Vegeta’s neck as his hips slowly began to move, shallowly thrusting, trying to delay the end as much as possible. Vegeta wrapped both arms around his neck pressing their chests together, feeling their hearts beat as one while his own erection was cradled between their bodies, steel muscles stimulating his sensitive flesh.

Goku began to make deeper thrusts, though keeping the pace slow. He gasped into Vegeta’s neck, trembling with the effort to make this moment last. His fingers twitched on the tile and he gave a little more force to his thrusts, smirking into Vegeta’s neck when the smaller man groaned loudly and gripped him tighter in response. Goku started to vary his trusts, some shallow, some deep, some hard, and some soft, causing the man in his arms to shake and try to encourage him to stop this agonizingly sweet torture.

Vegeta purred and rubbed against him, stroking Goku’s back with his tail and whispering sweet words of seduction into his ear, all in an attempt to break Goku’s control. But it was his lover squeezing his already tight muscles in his ass even tighter in an erotic massage of Goku’s cock that caused the last barrier to fall and the true Saiyan was unleashed and he claimed that which he had missed most all these years.

Vegeta shouted as he was finally taken in true Saiyan fashion. He was pressed harshly against the wall and held in place as Goku plundered him, the pace fast, hard, and deep, exactly what Vegeta needed right at this moment. Teeth grabbed the skin of his shoulder in a bruising hold, telling him to stay still as his lover took his pleasure in him. But Vegeta wasn’t let out as Goku angled their bodies so each powerful thrust dragged back and forth against his prostate, causing shudders of pleasure to dance up and down his spine and heat to pool in his belly.

Goku growled as Vegeta suddenly went taunt in his arms as liquid heat splashed between their stomachs and Vegeta’s shout of pleasure rang around the room. The combination of pride of sating his lover and the rippling muscles holding him in a vice grip brought Goku to his own orgasm. He threw his head back and nearly roared as he came deep into the beautiful body in his arms.

As the trembling from his release subsided Goku came to realize his legs were trembling not just from the pleasure but also from holding their weight for so long. To compensate he lowered them to the floor, with him kneeling on his knees. He released Vegeta’s legs and wrapped his arms around his lover’s waist while the legs he had been holding wrapped around his waist. They stayed tangled and connected together for some time, slowly kissing and nuzzling each other, before they remembered there was a tournament they were supposed to be getting ready for.

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Goku gently removed himself from Vegeta’s hold, both of them whimpering as their connection was lost. They washed up quickly and exited the shower, using their chi to dry themselves. Goku reluctantly put his gi on, watching as Vegeta put the clothes he had been in, along with Goten’s and Trunks’, into a locker and putting on his own fighting outfit on, which consisted of nothing more than a tight blue spandex suit with white boots and gloves. Goku was so tempted to go over and just remove the clothing from that perfect body but shook his head to clear away the thoughts. They couldn’t delay any longer.

Vegeta pulled on his gloves and shut his locker, turning to his lover who had a pout on his face. “What’s wrong,” he asked.

“I don’t like your outfit,” Goku mumbled.

“Why not,” Vegeta asked, looking down and turning from side to side, trying to find what was wrong.

“It’s too…distracting,” Goku reluctantly admitted.

Vegeta’s eyes widened for a moment before narrowing in a sultry look and his lips quirked into a smirk. “I guess I’ll just use that to my advantage when we battle Kakarot,” he purred, turning and heading out of the locker room.

Goku’s pout intensified and he halfheartedly followed his lover outside to where everyone was waiting. It seems his Prince was going to have an unfair advantage. To distract himself Goku went over and played with Goten and Trunks, amazed at how big and strong they were already.

Another man directed them to where all the fighters were gathering for the preliminaries to the tournament. The group walked down a long tunnel with Trunks and Goten in the lead, laughing happily. They came to a large open area filled with nearly 200 fighters, all hoping for a chance to compete.

Goku walked up to Vegeta and wrapped an arm around him from behind, content to finally be able to feel his lover’s body against his own. To feel his heat and strength and Goku never wanted to let go ever again. “I say we wipe them all out now,” Vegeta muttered, gazing at the dozens of weak humans around him.

“You’re so eager,” Goku said, burying his face in Vegeta’s hair.

“I’m always eager for a fight Kakarot,” Vegeta whispered, pressing closer to the larger body behind him.

“Mmm, me too. But I’m more eager for something else right now,” Goku whispered into Vegeta’s ear, shifting to press his eager appendage into his lover’s backside.

“Didn’t you get enough earlier,” Vegeta said, trying to sound annoyed but failing horribly. He leaned back into the hard body behind him, nearly unwrapping his tail from his waist to spread his scent all over his lover. They nuzzled and rubbed together, lips inching closer to a kiss and hands straying towards dangerous territory. Someone clearing their throat shattered the heated moment though, and both Saiyans turned towards Piccolo who had interrupted them. “I believe there’s a better time and place for that,” Piccolo said.

Vegeta came to his senses after the Namek’s statement and took a quick step away from Goku, turning his back to everyone so he might compose himself with as much dignity left intact. Goku shakily smoothed down his gi and looked down to see Goten and Trunks staring at him curiously. Goku blushed and scratched his head, chuckling nervously. He was glad they hadn’t gotten any further; it would have been so awkward to explain their actions to their youngest children.

Soon after that everyone was gathered to hit a punching machine to determine the 16 strongest who would continue on to compete in the actual tournament. Hercule came, made a fool of himself, Piccolo blew up some cameras, and the Z fighters tried not to stand out…at least not too much. But Vegeta wasn’t going to restrain himself, he was going to show these human that Hercule was a joke and didn’t deserve their praise. He pulverized the machine in an instant, much to the amusement and exasperation of his friends.

Gohan slapped his forehead. Of course his Papa had to destroy the machine before he had a chance to go. Now he’ll have to wait and may even miss watching his brothers in the Junior Division. He glanced at Vegeta who had a smug smile on his face, laughing with 18 and ignoring Goku’s and Krillin’s complaints. At least he’s having fun, Gohan thought.

Even though he was annoyed with his Papa he was still really happy for him, since he’s been reunited with his father. While Gohan knew Vegeta loved him and his brothers with everything he had, Gohan also knew he was still a little lonely and missed his dad more than anyone else probably. He would handle having to wait if he got to see his Papa so happy and alive. He deserves it for all he’s done and gone through.

Nothing can possibly go wrong today, Gohan thought happily. His father was back and his Papa was happy. Everything was going to turn out perfect.

Or so he thought...

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This is the end of this story. Seriously. I know it seems evil but I'm letting the anime tell the story from here until A Saiyan Way of Life (the sequel to this story). It seems because of my stopping here I'm generating confusion so I'll try and clarify.

I am assuming all of you reading have watched DBZ. If not...well unfortunately you'll feel the gap between this story and it's sequel much more. I was lazy when writing this and did not want to completely rewrite the Buu Saga, which is everything that happens between here and A Saiyan Way of Life. I did write a small set of drabbles within the Buu Saga but they're pointless and don't really help.

That last line is referring to all of the chaos that insues after that point because of Buu, it does not infer that I will continue this.

I'm sorry about this everyone. At this point in time I wouldn't write this way, but all those years ago when this story emerged I was a newbie-fangirly-awful writer. If you've seen the show and at least remembers what happens please continue on. To me, it gets much better.

TTFN