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Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Wounded
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-thoughts-
Chapter Five: Wounded
Goku woke up wrapped in a cocoon of warmth and a hard body spooning him from behind. Rolling over he gazed into Vegeta’s sleeping face. Goku studied that face and liked what he saw. All Vegeta’s barriers and masks have disappeared in the older saiyans sleep. He looked peaceful and soft when those barriers are down.
Goku leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on Vegeta’s lips, tracing the lines along his mate’s face with light touches. A hand came up to his and slack lips began to respond to his gentle caress. Goku moaned at Vegeta deepened the kiss taking it over.
They rolled and Goku found himself under his mate with Vegeta’s lips trailing down his neck brushing past the claim mark making Goku gasp in pleasure. Vegeta kissed and nipped his way to his sensitive nipples and sucked, Goku squirmed and writhed in ecstasy.
Vegeta’s hands slid down catching on the elastic band of his pajamas and slid them down. Goku lifted his hips helping the garment slide down. Once all offending garments were gone Vegeta’s hands went right to his weeping organ. He thrust his hips into those hands wanting more and was not disappointed.
Vegeta ran his hand along the length gently cupping Goku’s balls then traveled further fingers probing. Goku thrust into those fingers wanting more. Vegeta grabbed a tub of lube then began to tease his entrance, stretching it. When he was sure Goku was good and ready Vegeta applied the lube to his own cock and began a slow entrance into Goku heated depths.
Goku opened his legs wide to allow a deeper penetration as Vegeta began a steady rhythm. Lips locked and tails twined together, Vegeta increased his pace until he was pounding into his mate wrenching cries of pleasure from Goku’s lips. Vegeta reached around to take a hold of Goku’s hard erection, but never made it as the younger saiyan screamed his release, seed jetting between their bodies. Vegeta groaned and followed after shooting his seed deep into Goku’s body.
They lay panting together for a moment then Vegeta rolled off Goku collapsing onto the bed.
“Kami, what a way to wake up.”
Goku smiled at his mate’s statement. That wasn’t his plan, per se, but it worked. “Glad I could help, ‘Geta”
Vegeta turned to look at him, “Baka.”
Goku got up from the bed and headed to the bathroom, “I’m gonna shower, wanna join me?”
Vegeta raised his head to look at the retreating form of his mate and felt lust rise up at the sight of Goku’s naked body, tail swaying invitingly, and wasted no time in joining his mate in the shower.
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Goten lay on the examination bed, shirt up and covered in a clear goo while Bulma held a wand type thing to his abdomen. Trunks sat to one side peering at the monitor that showed a black and white fuzzy image of their child. Goten crinkled his brow not really seeing the baby, unlike his mate and Bulma.
Bulma pointed to a mass in the picture, “This is the baby’s head, these white spots are the spine, and follow that down and there’s the tail.” Bulma smiled at them and sighed, her first grandchild.
“Can you tell what it is yet, mom?” Trunks asked trying to see if he could tell.
Bulma quirked a brow at them, “You really want to know?”
“I don’t, it’ll be more fun this way Trunks.” Goten said, still not sure exactly what he was seeing.
“If it’s ok with you koi, then we’ll wait.” Trunks leaned over and kissed Goten.
“We done now?” Goten asked, and at Bulma’s nod he wiped the goo off his stomach pulled his shirt down and jumped off the bed.
“Goten, why don’t you get your father in here for his turn. Tell him I promise no needles.” Bulma yelled at their retreating backs.
“Will do,” was the call back.
Ten minutes later Goku and Vegeta came into the room, the latter grumbling, “Why do I have to be here,” and Goku’s reply was, “’cause it’s you baby too ‘Geta.”
“Come on Goku, hop up and let’s take a look.” Bulma patted the bed and grabbed more of the jelly while the younger saiyan lifted his shirt. Bulma squeezed a generous amount on his belly, grabbed the wand and proceeded to smear it around. Looking at the screen she finally found the womb and baby.
“Oh WOW! Is that it?” Goku exclaimed pointing to the baby’s head.
“Yep, there’s the head, spine, arms, legs and tail. It all looks good Goku. I’m going to take some pictures and a few measurements and your all set.”
Vegeta grunted at the image, although inwardly he was pleased that his child was growing strong.
“Do you want to know what it is Goku?”
“No thanks, we’re gonna wait.”
Bulma smiled at her old friend, he sounded like a kid in a candy store he was so excited. “Well, here are the pictures of the ultrasound. Everything looks great.”
“Thanks Bulma, see ya later.” Goku wiped his stomach and hopped off the bed heading to the door. “Coming ‘Geta?”
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Goku went to the kitchen and ransacked the fridge for breakfast. He pulled out enough for the four saiyans in the house plus two more as Goten and him ate more now that they are eating for two. The food piled high on the counter as he prepared each item then hollered for everyone to come down.
Goten and Trunks came barreling down the stairs and began to devour their portions. Vegeta came in from the GR and went over to Goku wrapping his arms around the expanding waist. Goku leaned back into him as Vegeta placed a kiss on his neck.
“’Geta, mmmm.” Goku sighed as he was let go. Vegeta turned to the table and sat down retrieving his portions from the ravenous pair. “So… Goten and I are going with Bulma to the mall. We’re going baby shopping.”
Trunks and Vegeta exchanged looks and shrugged their shoulders. “That’s fine with me, Kakarot. I’ll take Trunks into the GR with me for some training.”
Trunks groaned at this announcement, “Dad, do we have too? I’ve got paperwork from the company to handle.”
Vegeta glared at his son, “You will train boy, make no mistake.”
Trunks cringed under his father glare. Goten patted his mates shoulder, “Don’t worry Trunks I’ll rub your sore muscles later.”
“Gee, thanks,” he muttered sourly to his lover.
Bulma came bounding into the room all smiles and cheeriness. “So… you two ready to go?”
“Sure Bulma, come on son.” Goku stood to go.
“Kakarot…” Vegeta placed a hand on Goku’s wrist. The younger saiyan turned to look questioningly at his mate.
“Yea ‘Geta?”
Vegeta just pulled him closer and captures Goku’s lips in a searing kiss that curled his toes and left him swaying. Releasing him he stood and left calling over his shoulder, “Trunks, training NOW!”
Bulma, Goten and Trunks stared at the prince’s retreating back stunned.
“Wow…” Bulma said, “What a turn on…”
Goku blushed several shades of red, “Um…”
Bulma laughed at her oldest friend, “You do look good in red Goku.”
“Hey… can we just go.”
“Come on, the sooner we go the sooner we can get back.” Bulma grabbed the two Sons’ and they left.
Trunks turned around with a resigned sigh and went to the GR where his father awaited him.
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Bulma pulled the car to a stop at the entrance to the mall and they all pulled out. Encapsulating the vehicle they headed inside. Goku and Goten stopped and stared at the immensity of the building. Bulma came up beside them and laughed.
“Hey… we’re here to shop right?”
“I didn’t realize it was this big Bulma…” Goku gaped at all the shops and people.
“Come on you two, you look like country bumpkins standing there. Baby shopping remember?”
“Right, let’s go.”
Bulma led them to various different stores that catered to babies. They found cribs, changing tables, strollers, car seats, diapers, clothing…..ect….. (Oh you get the idea).
Afterwards they went to an All-You-Can-Eat restaurant and had lunch. (Bulma had to pay the cook extra so he wouldn’t get mad.)
Bulma then decided that it would be a good idea for the two expectants to get a massage. Heading to her favorite masseuse and a few hours later she had two very relaxed and sleepy men in her car headed home. She smiled at them, Oh, how I love to spend money.
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They spent the next several days setting up the nurseries for the babies. Goku selected a room across the hall from his and Vegeta’s. After it was painted a pale green with a vine print boarder he began to arrange the room exactly to his specifications. When Vegeta tried to some in and help his mate he received a snarl and a shouted ‘Get Out’ from his mate, decided to leave well enough alone.
Goten was a little more lenient to Trunks allowing him to stay in the room, but if Trunks touched anything he received a growl. The two mates decided to just leave them to their task and go.
Bulma just laughed at them and smiled knowingly.
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“Dad, why haven’t we seen Gohan all week?”
Goku cringed at the question that he dreaded to answer. He turned to his youngest son and sighed. “Gohan left, Goten, and I don’t know when or if he’ll be back.”
“Left…? But… Whe…Wha…?” Goten was at a loss for words. His brother gone and not coming back? “When did this happen? Why did he go?” Goten demanded almost in tears.
Vegeta took that moment to come around the corner and having caught the last bit of conversation he decided he needed to tell the brats. He came over to Goku and sat down beside him. They looked at each other and Vegeta gave a small nod. Goku turned back to his son.
“Gohan left because Vegeta…” Goku swallowed, he couldn’t say it.
“…because I forced myself on him…” Vegeta said quietly, “…and he is carrying my child.”
Goten stared at the prince in shock, he staggered back away from him then turned and ran.
Goku turned to his mate and curled into his shoulder tears falling down his pale cheeks. Vegeta held him close gently stroking his hair as the man cried murmuring reassurances to him.
“It had to be done, Kakarot. He has a right to know.” Vegeta kept soothing him, stroking his hair.
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Goten ran to his room and slammed the door making Trunks jump from where he sat at his desk. Trunks turned to his mate and say the tears streaking down his cheeks.
“Goten! What’s wrong, koi? Why are you crying?” Trunks knew that the younger demi saiyans emotions were out of whack because of the pregnancy, but this seemed different. He went to Goten’s side and pulled him into an embrace. His body shook with wracking sobs that didn’t seem to subside as the demi prince rocked him making shushing sounds. Eventually the youngest saiyan cried himself to sleep and Trunks gently laid him down on the bed, covered him, placed a kiss on his brow and went in search of answers.
He found his father in the living room in a similar situation he was in just a few hours ago. He looked at the sleeping form of Goku and glanced at Vegeta.
“Dad, what’s going on? Goten just came to me in a fit of tears and now I see Goku in a similar state. What happened? What did you say to them that set them off like this?” Trunks demanded of his father.
Vegeta sighed heavily and shifted so he could lay Goku on the couch. “Let’s head outside. I don’t want you to wake Kakarot up.”
Trunks looked confused at that but nodded and followed Vegeta out the door. When Vegeta felt they were far enough away he turned to his son.
“Gohan is gone, and it’s because of me,” he stated simply. “He was suppressing his heat, so I went to him and forced him.”
Trunks’ power rose with each word uttered until snarled at his father bursting into super saiyan. “You BASTARD!!” He flew at him in a rage and slammed his fist into the saiyan princes’ jaw sending his hurtling into the side of the building. Fists clenched, power swirling Trunks glared at his father, “How could you? He was vulnerable and you took advantage of that. Do you have any idea what you did?”
Vegeta struggled to his feet amidst the rubble of the building wall, “I did what I thought was best at the time, Trunks. He would have burned himself out suppressing his heat like he was. Mirai should never marked him and left, he was the irresponsible one.”
Trunks dropped his transformation then dropped to his knees. “Gohan would never have…”
“Gohan was infatuated with him and HE took advantage of that.”
“The way Gohan talked about him… told us storied about him…”
Vegeta went to his son and knelt next to him, “He’s not coming back Trunks. I thought this through since it happened. He’s been gone too long and Gohan needs to forget him.”
Trunks looked up at his father, “he’s not going to be receptive to you dad, maybe I should go and see him. I do look like Mirai, technically he IS me.”
Vegeta nodded to him, “If you can convince him to return…”
“No promises, but I’ll try.”
“Piccolo and the Namek brat will know where he’s hiding, although I doubt you’ll get help there. Kakarot told me that much.”
“If he comes back, don’t expect a warm greeting.”
Vegeta just sighed and went back into the house. He felt drained. Everything that’s happened over the last three weeks was coming back full force. He found Kakarot right where he left him, still asleep. Gently he lifted his mate in his arms and took him to their room. Laying Goku on the bed he collapsed onto a chair, mentally and physically exhausted. Even though he was prepared for his son’s punch, with his power down it still hurt. Lying back onto the chair he drifted off to sleep.
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Trunks landed on the lookout and went in search of Piccolo. He felt for the Namek’s ki and found the reformed warrior talking with Dende. He cleared his throat and they turned to him. He wilted a bit until Piccolo’s intense gaze. -Does he know why I’m here?-
“Yes Trunks, What is it?” Dende asked gently.
Trunks swallowed nervously, “Um… da… that is…um…”
“Spit it out already.” Piccolo growled.
“IneedtoknowwhereGohanis.” He said quickly.
Dende looked at him confused, “What?”
Piccolo just glared at him. Trunks winced, -He knows- “I… need to know where Goha-”
“Not a chance.” Piccolo snarled at him. “Hasn’t Vegeta ruined his life enough?!”
“I need to talk to him Piccolo, just talk! Please?!” Trunks begged, pleading.
“NO!” Piccolo raged, power rocketing.
Trunks withered and backed away, “ok…sorry…” he turned a fled before Piccolo could unleash his power on the demi prince.
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“words”
-thoughts-
Chapter Five: Wounded
Goku woke up wrapped in a cocoon of warmth and a hard body spooning him from behind. Rolling over he gazed into Vegeta’s sleeping face. Goku studied that face and liked what he saw. All Vegeta’s barriers and masks have disappeared in the older saiyans sleep. He looked peaceful and soft when those barriers are down.
Goku leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on Vegeta’s lips, tracing the lines along his mate’s face with light touches. A hand came up to his and slack lips began to respond to his gentle caress. Goku moaned at Vegeta deepened the kiss taking it over.
They rolled and Goku found himself under his mate with Vegeta’s lips trailing down his neck brushing past the claim mark making Goku gasp in pleasure. Vegeta kissed and nipped his way to his sensitive nipples and sucked, Goku squirmed and writhed in ecstasy.
Vegeta’s hands slid down catching on the elastic band of his pajamas and slid them down. Goku lifted his hips helping the garment slide down. Once all offending garments were gone Vegeta’s hands went right to his weeping organ. He thrust his hips into those hands wanting more and was not disappointed.
Vegeta ran his hand along the length gently cupping Goku’s balls then traveled further fingers probing. Goku thrust into those fingers wanting more. Vegeta grabbed a tub of lube then began to tease his entrance, stretching it. When he was sure Goku was good and ready Vegeta applied the lube to his own cock and began a slow entrance into Goku heated depths.
Goku opened his legs wide to allow a deeper penetration as Vegeta began a steady rhythm. Lips locked and tails twined together, Vegeta increased his pace until he was pounding into his mate wrenching cries of pleasure from Goku’s lips. Vegeta reached around to take a hold of Goku’s hard erection, but never made it as the younger saiyan screamed his release, seed jetting between their bodies. Vegeta groaned and followed after shooting his seed deep into Goku’s body.
They lay panting together for a moment then Vegeta rolled off Goku collapsing onto the bed.
“Kami, what a way to wake up.”
Goku smiled at his mate’s statement. That wasn’t his plan, per se, but it worked. “Glad I could help, ‘Geta”
Vegeta turned to look at him, “Baka.”
Goku got up from the bed and headed to the bathroom, “I’m gonna shower, wanna join me?”
Vegeta raised his head to look at the retreating form of his mate and felt lust rise up at the sight of Goku’s naked body, tail swaying invitingly, and wasted no time in joining his mate in the shower.
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Goten lay on the examination bed, shirt up and covered in a clear goo while Bulma held a wand type thing to his abdomen. Trunks sat to one side peering at the monitor that showed a black and white fuzzy image of their child. Goten crinkled his brow not really seeing the baby, unlike his mate and Bulma.
Bulma pointed to a mass in the picture, “This is the baby’s head, these white spots are the spine, and follow that down and there’s the tail.” Bulma smiled at them and sighed, her first grandchild.
“Can you tell what it is yet, mom?” Trunks asked trying to see if he could tell.
Bulma quirked a brow at them, “You really want to know?”
“I don’t, it’ll be more fun this way Trunks.” Goten said, still not sure exactly what he was seeing.
“If it’s ok with you koi, then we’ll wait.” Trunks leaned over and kissed Goten.
“We done now?” Goten asked, and at Bulma’s nod he wiped the goo off his stomach pulled his shirt down and jumped off the bed.
“Goten, why don’t you get your father in here for his turn. Tell him I promise no needles.” Bulma yelled at their retreating backs.
“Will do,” was the call back.
Ten minutes later Goku and Vegeta came into the room, the latter grumbling, “Why do I have to be here,” and Goku’s reply was, “’cause it’s you baby too ‘Geta.”
“Come on Goku, hop up and let’s take a look.” Bulma patted the bed and grabbed more of the jelly while the younger saiyan lifted his shirt. Bulma squeezed a generous amount on his belly, grabbed the wand and proceeded to smear it around. Looking at the screen she finally found the womb and baby.
“Oh WOW! Is that it?” Goku exclaimed pointing to the baby’s head.
“Yep, there’s the head, spine, arms, legs and tail. It all looks good Goku. I’m going to take some pictures and a few measurements and your all set.”
Vegeta grunted at the image, although inwardly he was pleased that his child was growing strong.
“Do you want to know what it is Goku?”
“No thanks, we’re gonna wait.”
Bulma smiled at her old friend, he sounded like a kid in a candy store he was so excited. “Well, here are the pictures of the ultrasound. Everything looks great.”
“Thanks Bulma, see ya later.” Goku wiped his stomach and hopped off the bed heading to the door. “Coming ‘Geta?”
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Goku went to the kitchen and ransacked the fridge for breakfast. He pulled out enough for the four saiyans in the house plus two more as Goten and him ate more now that they are eating for two. The food piled high on the counter as he prepared each item then hollered for everyone to come down.
Goten and Trunks came barreling down the stairs and began to devour their portions. Vegeta came in from the GR and went over to Goku wrapping his arms around the expanding waist. Goku leaned back into him as Vegeta placed a kiss on his neck.
“’Geta, mmmm.” Goku sighed as he was let go. Vegeta turned to the table and sat down retrieving his portions from the ravenous pair. “So… Goten and I are going with Bulma to the mall. We’re going baby shopping.”
Trunks and Vegeta exchanged looks and shrugged their shoulders. “That’s fine with me, Kakarot. I’ll take Trunks into the GR with me for some training.”
Trunks groaned at this announcement, “Dad, do we have too? I’ve got paperwork from the company to handle.”
Vegeta glared at his son, “You will train boy, make no mistake.”
Trunks cringed under his father glare. Goten patted his mates shoulder, “Don’t worry Trunks I’ll rub your sore muscles later.”
“Gee, thanks,” he muttered sourly to his lover.
Bulma came bounding into the room all smiles and cheeriness. “So… you two ready to go?”
“Sure Bulma, come on son.” Goku stood to go.
“Kakarot…” Vegeta placed a hand on Goku’s wrist. The younger saiyan turned to look questioningly at his mate.
“Yea ‘Geta?”
Vegeta just pulled him closer and captures Goku’s lips in a searing kiss that curled his toes and left him swaying. Releasing him he stood and left calling over his shoulder, “Trunks, training NOW!”
Bulma, Goten and Trunks stared at the prince’s retreating back stunned.
“Wow…” Bulma said, “What a turn on…”
Goku blushed several shades of red, “Um…”
Bulma laughed at her oldest friend, “You do look good in red Goku.”
“Hey… can we just go.”
“Come on, the sooner we go the sooner we can get back.” Bulma grabbed the two Sons’ and they left.
Trunks turned around with a resigned sigh and went to the GR where his father awaited him.
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Bulma pulled the car to a stop at the entrance to the mall and they all pulled out. Encapsulating the vehicle they headed inside. Goku and Goten stopped and stared at the immensity of the building. Bulma came up beside them and laughed.
“Hey… we’re here to shop right?”
“I didn’t realize it was this big Bulma…” Goku gaped at all the shops and people.
“Come on you two, you look like country bumpkins standing there. Baby shopping remember?”
“Right, let’s go.”
Bulma led them to various different stores that catered to babies. They found cribs, changing tables, strollers, car seats, diapers, clothing…..ect….. (Oh you get the idea).
Afterwards they went to an All-You-Can-Eat restaurant and had lunch. (Bulma had to pay the cook extra so he wouldn’t get mad.)
Bulma then decided that it would be a good idea for the two expectants to get a massage. Heading to her favorite masseuse and a few hours later she had two very relaxed and sleepy men in her car headed home. She smiled at them, Oh, how I love to spend money.
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They spent the next several days setting up the nurseries for the babies. Goku selected a room across the hall from his and Vegeta’s. After it was painted a pale green with a vine print boarder he began to arrange the room exactly to his specifications. When Vegeta tried to some in and help his mate he received a snarl and a shouted ‘Get Out’ from his mate, decided to leave well enough alone.
Goten was a little more lenient to Trunks allowing him to stay in the room, but if Trunks touched anything he received a growl. The two mates decided to just leave them to their task and go.
Bulma just laughed at them and smiled knowingly.
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“Dad, why haven’t we seen Gohan all week?”
Goku cringed at the question that he dreaded to answer. He turned to his youngest son and sighed. “Gohan left, Goten, and I don’t know when or if he’ll be back.”
“Left…? But… Whe…Wha…?” Goten was at a loss for words. His brother gone and not coming back? “When did this happen? Why did he go?” Goten demanded almost in tears.
Vegeta took that moment to come around the corner and having caught the last bit of conversation he decided he needed to tell the brats. He came over to Goku and sat down beside him. They looked at each other and Vegeta gave a small nod. Goku turned back to his son.
“Gohan left because Vegeta…” Goku swallowed, he couldn’t say it.
“…because I forced myself on him…” Vegeta said quietly, “…and he is carrying my child.”
Goten stared at the prince in shock, he staggered back away from him then turned and ran.
Goku turned to his mate and curled into his shoulder tears falling down his pale cheeks. Vegeta held him close gently stroking his hair as the man cried murmuring reassurances to him.
“It had to be done, Kakarot. He has a right to know.” Vegeta kept soothing him, stroking his hair.
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Goten ran to his room and slammed the door making Trunks jump from where he sat at his desk. Trunks turned to his mate and say the tears streaking down his cheeks.
“Goten! What’s wrong, koi? Why are you crying?” Trunks knew that the younger demi saiyans emotions were out of whack because of the pregnancy, but this seemed different. He went to Goten’s side and pulled him into an embrace. His body shook with wracking sobs that didn’t seem to subside as the demi prince rocked him making shushing sounds. Eventually the youngest saiyan cried himself to sleep and Trunks gently laid him down on the bed, covered him, placed a kiss on his brow and went in search of answers.
He found his father in the living room in a similar situation he was in just a few hours ago. He looked at the sleeping form of Goku and glanced at Vegeta.
“Dad, what’s going on? Goten just came to me in a fit of tears and now I see Goku in a similar state. What happened? What did you say to them that set them off like this?” Trunks demanded of his father.
Vegeta sighed heavily and shifted so he could lay Goku on the couch. “Let’s head outside. I don’t want you to wake Kakarot up.”
Trunks looked confused at that but nodded and followed Vegeta out the door. When Vegeta felt they were far enough away he turned to his son.
“Gohan is gone, and it’s because of me,” he stated simply. “He was suppressing his heat, so I went to him and forced him.”
Trunks’ power rose with each word uttered until snarled at his father bursting into super saiyan. “You BASTARD!!” He flew at him in a rage and slammed his fist into the saiyan princes’ jaw sending his hurtling into the side of the building. Fists clenched, power swirling Trunks glared at his father, “How could you? He was vulnerable and you took advantage of that. Do you have any idea what you did?”
Vegeta struggled to his feet amidst the rubble of the building wall, “I did what I thought was best at the time, Trunks. He would have burned himself out suppressing his heat like he was. Mirai should never marked him and left, he was the irresponsible one.”
Trunks dropped his transformation then dropped to his knees. “Gohan would never have…”
“Gohan was infatuated with him and HE took advantage of that.”
“The way Gohan talked about him… told us storied about him…”
Vegeta went to his son and knelt next to him, “He’s not coming back Trunks. I thought this through since it happened. He’s been gone too long and Gohan needs to forget him.”
Trunks looked up at his father, “he’s not going to be receptive to you dad, maybe I should go and see him. I do look like Mirai, technically he IS me.”
Vegeta nodded to him, “If you can convince him to return…”
“No promises, but I’ll try.”
“Piccolo and the Namek brat will know where he’s hiding, although I doubt you’ll get help there. Kakarot told me that much.”
“If he comes back, don’t expect a warm greeting.”
Vegeta just sighed and went back into the house. He felt drained. Everything that’s happened over the last three weeks was coming back full force. He found Kakarot right where he left him, still asleep. Gently he lifted his mate in his arms and took him to their room. Laying Goku on the bed he collapsed onto a chair, mentally and physically exhausted. Even though he was prepared for his son’s punch, with his power down it still hurt. Lying back onto the chair he drifted off to sleep.
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Trunks landed on the lookout and went in search of Piccolo. He felt for the Namek’s ki and found the reformed warrior talking with Dende. He cleared his throat and they turned to him. He wilted a bit until Piccolo’s intense gaze. -Does he know why I’m here?-
“Yes Trunks, What is it?” Dende asked gently.
Trunks swallowed nervously, “Um… da… that is…um…”
“Spit it out already.” Piccolo growled.
“IneedtoknowwhereGohanis.” He said quickly.
Dende looked at him confused, “What?”
Piccolo just glared at him. Trunks winced, -He knows- “I… need to know where Goha-”
“Not a chance.” Piccolo snarled at him. “Hasn’t Vegeta ruined his life enough?!”
“I need to talk to him Piccolo, just talk! Please?!” Trunks begged, pleading.
“NO!” Piccolo raged, power rocketing.
Trunks withered and backed away, “ok…sorry…” he turned a fled before Piccolo could unleash his power on the demi prince.
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