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End of the Road
By : Batjokes
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Goku didn’t feel like facing anyone the next day. He’d had enough the previous afternoon and well into the evening. Other than family members, Bulma’s family, and Vegeta, no one knew about his divorce from Chichi. He wasn’t sure how his other friends would take the news.
He wasn’t sure he was supposed to feel so… free . Perhaps because he would no longer have anyone yelling at him about all his training, or how he distracted either of his sons from their studies. Chichi really hadn’t been willing to compromise. At least not much unless he was needed in order to protect the family.
With a sigh he grabbed picnic blanket and placed one change of clothes, the four star dragon ball, a couple utensils, a bowl, one small pot, comb, toothbrush, senzu beans, and a few snacks in the center before tying it to the end of a pole. If he got hungry he could always hunt and if he couldn’t hunt he could IT back to Capsule Corp or Vegeta’s place. He hoped he wouldn’t need to.
Lifting the pole over his shoulder he walked out of the spare bedroom Vegeta had allowed him to use the last couple of nights. Before he left he cooked breakfast again and before the older Saiyan awoke he left with his share to go locate the other six dragon balls.
Lighting up into the air he glanced down, tempted to wait and see if Vegeta partook of the meal he’d left him to wake up to. Instead, with a small smile he turned away and headed north further into West City while eating his meal during his flight.
Taking the Dragon Ball Radar out of his pocket once one of his hands was free, he turned it on and stared at the flickering dot. “Huh, one’s closer than I thought any of them would be.” He looked down at the city below and scanned the streets.
At one area where cars zoomed by or stopped stood a distinct figure. He nearly called out to him, but just before he uttered a word he closed his mouth.
The police officer was busy. But that wasn’t the reason he’d not called out to him even if he really, really wanted to. But his friend didn’t know about his divorce yet, nor what he was up to. He felt it best that no one aside from Bulma had any clue what he planned.
With a quiet, “I’ll see you later, Krillian,” he continued onward following the clues of the radar to the destination of one of the dragon balls.
Landing in the alley way he put his dirty dish inside his makeshift knapsack before walking up to the door. His brows furrowed as he saw the sign for closed. He glanced around for the information one when the place would be open, because the dragon ball was inside.
Upon seeing the information he blinked. The times were definitely unusual from most restaurants and stores. Unless it was the weekend the place wouldn’t be open until three in the afternoon. Which meant he’d have to wait seven hours!
Back when he’d first helped Bulma find and collect the dragon balls he would have just kicked the door open. Since then his friends and family had taught him that it was wrong and rude to do so. Unless there was something bad going on behind the doors. But he couldn’t sense any Ki inside at all.
Turning away from the door he looked up and down the street. He didn’t see too many people, other than a couple of people coming out of a large building holding hands.
His eyes widened upon noticing the two women brushing shoulders and laughing and smiling at each other. Then as they turned a corner another pair came out of the building. They reminded him of Trunks and Goten, with one guys arm looped around the waist of the other.
Turning away from the sight, not wanting to disturb the affectionate couples he walked along the sidewalk. And saw more and more individuals leaving various buildings. But not a single one of them was a man and a woman together - unless it was two men and a woman, or two women and a man.
At least… most of them seemed quite happy. Perhaps not the ones with furrowed brows and pursued lips that hurried away from the person they’d come out of one of the buildings with.
Just as he reached a corner he heard someone yell, “Stop that thief!” and felt something bump into his chest.
Glancing down, he saw a young man fall onto his rear with a resounding thud.
“Ow!” The lanky young man with short dirty blonde hair grumbled and went to stand up.
“You there, stop that kid!” An elderly woman waved at him and not wanting to be hit over the head with a purse he grabbed the kid by the elbow as he regained his feet.
“Hey, let go of me you big oaf!” The kid sneered up at him.
Goku quirked a brow at the boy. “No. Not until you apologize to the nice lady.”
“Nice!?” The kid scoffed. “If you knew that demon woman you wouldn’t ever call her nice.”
Goku blinked and glanced at the approaching woman who reached a hand out and smacked the kid in the head while snatching her purse back.
The kid grabbed his head, “See!?”
Goku frowned, “Hey, why did you hit him?”
“He’s a brat. Always running around stealing people's belongings.”
The kid turned in Goku’s hand. “I only took back what you stole! That’s my mother’s purse and you know it! You just don’t want her to pay the rent on her business so your son can take it over.”
Goku frowned and looked at the old woman over. Looks could be very deceiving.
“Is what he says true, old lady?”
“Old lady! Old lady!? I’ll give you old lady you great big moron.” She hefted the purse up and swung at his head.
Goku lifted his arm and grabbed the purse and pulled it out of her hands.
“I’m taking this to the nice officer on the next street. We’ll find out if either of you are telling the truth.”
The woman’s eyes widened. “No!”
The boy on the other hand grinned. “Thank you, mister!
Goku grabbed both of their hands in each of his after slinging the pursue over his arm and IT’d them behind Krillian. Who had just switched his spot with another local officer.
“Hey, Krillian!” He grinned.
Krillian whirled around, “Goku! I don’t think I’ll ever get used to you doing that.” He frowned at the boy and the woman in his hands.
The young man remained calm while staring at the short officer.
The old woman on the other hand smacked and punched and kicked wherever she could reach on Goku.
“Officer, this delinquent won’t let me go.”
Krillian blinked. “I don’t think the savior of Earth is a deliquent.”
“He’s not Mr. Satan!”
“Ah, right. Goku you should let everyone know the truth about that.”
“Nah. Let my son’s father-in-law take all the credit. I’ve seen some of his fans and the way they act…” he let go of the boy and lifted his hand to the back of his head.
The old woman’s eyes widened at the information and started to shake.
“So, what seems to be the problem, Goku?”
“Well, this lady said this boy stole her purse, but he says she stole the purse from his mother so she couldn’t pay for the rent on her business. I don’t know who is telling the truth.”
Krillian glanced from the old woman who was turning red to the boy who had not run off after Goku had released his hand.
“My mother’s license and pictures of me and my sisters will be in the purse. And there should be nine hundred and seventy-seven dollars in a green wallet shaped like a frog head.”
The elderly woman tried to snag the purse off of Goku’s shoulder while tugging on her hand for him to let go of her.
Goku however kept a tight hold on her hand and grabbed the purse with his free hand to hand it over to Krillian.
Krillian took the bag and opened it and went over the contents.
“The kid is telling the truth.” He looked up and frowned at the woman. “Ma’am, you’re under arrest,” he proceeded to read her her rights as he took out a pair of handcuffs. He turned to the boy and Goku, “You’ll both have to come to the station to help with the report.”
The woman growled. “This is undignified! I was not the thief, the boy was!”
“Sure, sure,” Krillian shook his head and led her down the street to the station. Goku and the boy followed.
Once at the station, they all told their side of the story to the head of the department. Who wrote everything down.
“It appears that someone has finally caught the culprit who has been terrorizing the locale. I am sure your son is also helping you and he you, Kawanori Ame. You’re staying in the cell tonight and then if someone provides bail you’ll still have to face trial.”
“This is ridiculous! How could I, a little old lady, do what you’re suggesting!?”
Everyone in the department, both men and women shook their heads in amusement and disgust.
“Now, young man. Yukidaio Masaki, right?”
The boy nodded.
“This is considered evidence, but I’ll provide you with the money your mother will need for the rent of her business and she can pay me back once we no longer need the evidence.”
“Thank you, sir!” He grinned.
“I don’t think I’m the only one you should be thanking, am I?”
Masaki shook his head and turned. “Mr. Son, Mr. Krillin, thank you for your help.” He stood up and bowed to them. “my family and I appreciate it.”
Goku and Krillin each rubbed the backs of their heads with a chuckle.
“You’re welcome,” Krillin said.
“No need to thank me, Masaki.”
“I insist! I know! You should see my mother’s business so you know what we could have lost. The bar is closed right now, but I am supposed to make sure everything is clean in case the employees didn’t do their job last night.”
Krillin sighed and glanced at his watch. “I have to get back to work now that my break is over.”
“Weren’t you done when I brought Masaki to you?”
“I’m on a double shift. Marron needs new clothes, she’s growing like a weed.”
“Well, okay,” he turned to look at Masaki, “is it okay if it’s just me?” There were still many hours left before he could get that dragon ball.
“Sure!” Masaki grinned and after receiving the money needed for the rent of his mother’s business he led him out of the stations and back to the street Goku had been on.
Goku blinked when they stopped in front of the very same building he’d been in front of earlier. “This is your families business?”
“Yeah! My great-grandpa started it, and then my grandpa kept it running, then my mom added on a little bit by buying up the building next to it. It was remodeled just a couple of years ago so that the buildings weren’t separated anymore and it got plumbing and updated electricity!” He said as he got out the key and unlocked the place.
“Masaki… do you have anything in here that looks like this?” He pulled out the four star dragon ball as they entered inside.
Masaki turned and blinked. “Oh, wow! Yeah. I don’t know where it came from, but I found it on the roof while I was cleaning the gutters.”
“You’re… not too attached to it, are you?”
“Not really. The cat I found it with though, now I’m attached to her. She’s a sweet little thing.”
Just then a loud meow came from behind a door.
Masaki grinned and ran over to the door and opened it up. “There you are Misuna.” He picked up the long haired seal point feline and pet her. “I bet you want your breakfast. I’m sorry I’m late. I’ll take care of your litter box too. Just after I get Goku here the two star ball.” He reached for a shelf hanging over the cat bed in the large closet.
Pulling the ball down he turned to Goku, “Did you need this?”
“Yes,” Goku nodded and placed his hands together as if in prayer, “please tell me there is some way I can have it.”
“Hey, you helped save my reputation and the rent for this place. You can have it.” He placed the amber ball with the two stars in Goku’s hands.
“Thank you!” Goku grinned and placed the dragon ball inside the capsule Bulma had given him, along with the other. “I just have five more to find.”
“So, there’s seven of those?”
Goku nodded. “Yeah!”
“Well, good luck, and thank you again, Goku.”
Goku scratched the back of his head, “Ah, no problem, Masaki. You take care!”
They said their farewells and once he thought no one was looking shot back up into the sky and pulled out the dragon radar and turned westward when he noticed the blinking dot at the very corner of the screen.
It was further away, but with his abilities he didn’t think it would take too long to collect the remaining dragon balls, especially if they were in the wilderness and not in some building.
“That was lucky, wasn’t it?” He asked aloud to no one, but sometimes he just liked to hear his voice when no one else was around to talk to. Otherwise it got a bit lonely. At least Krillin had been too busy and distracted to ask how he was doing or how things were.
Soon enough, his friends would know about his divorce from Chichi. He just hoped no one was mad at him. He didn’t like it when people were mad at him, especially his friends and family. Sometimes he didn’t even have a clue what would make them angry until it was too late.
Shaking off those thoughts he sped up and stared down over a large shimmering blue lake. It was beautiful with the sun glinting off the surface.
Periodically looking at the dragon radar’s screen his brows furrowed as he closed in on the spot.
He was just over where the dragon ball should be, but looking down he chuckled. “Ah! Well, guess I get to go diving.” Looking around for a spot to place his stuff, he found a tiny island with a single tree growing on it.
Taking his pole off of his shoulder he placed it and the knapsack up against the tree, with the knapsack upward to keep as much sand out of it as possible.
Quickly, he divested of his boots and gi. He saw no sense in getting his clothes wet if he could help it. There was no one there to see him naked - which Chichi always yelled at him about if they were in public and in front of other women. As if he cared about any of those other females.
Shaking his head he lifted back up and made his way back over to where the radar had said the dragon ball was located.
Taking a deep breath and holding it, he dived into the water. Heading for the bottom of the lake he saw the ball next to a crab.
It was a risk, but the crab wasn’t too big and if it did attack him, he figured it would just be a nice snack.
Grabbing the the dragon ball he winced as the crustacean snapped its claw onto one of his fingers.
Holding the ball in his hand even with the mean little critter he zoomed up and out of the water to breathe.
Shaking his hand as he landed on the little island he was able to get his finger free. “I was going to eat you…, and I did take your treasure,” his stomach grumbled, “but you’re too small.” He set the crab down in the water. “Go on little guy.”
He thought Vegeta probably would have scolded him for letting the crab get away with what it had done. With a chuckle, he was certain the other Saiyan would have made a snack out of the hard shelled creature of the waters.
Shaking his head he turned back and used his Ki to dry off before changing back into that day’s gi.
He glanced at the dragon ball and saw that it had five stars. “Four more to go,” he grinned. He didn’t think it would take long at all if the most that happened was a little crab being a bit… crabby .
Once he was dressed he stared at the tree and noticed it had oranges on it. Wasting no time he gathered several of them to eat.
“I wish I had my tail right now…” he murmured as he sank his teeth into one orange after peeling it and stared into the water. If he had his tail he’d be able to get some fish. Still, he didn’t have enough room on the island to make a fire, not without destroying the tree.
Once he’d had his fill of fruit he went off to collect the last of the dragon balls. Which didn’t take as long as he thought it might.
He found the one star dragon ball on a volcanic island where nothing appeared to live except maybe some birds and turtles. None of which tried to stop him.
His next stop as indicated by the dragon ball radar was a raptor’s nest with five unhatched eggs. He’d only had to wait until the giant bird and her mate was gone to quickly snag the six star dragon ball.
The dragon ball after that led him deep into dinosaur country past Mt. Paozu.
His brows furrowed as the dragon radar indicated that the dragon ball kept moving - albeit slowly.
As he neared one of the spike tailed dinosaurs his eyes widened as he spotted the three star ball stuck between the spikes of the big reptile’s tail.
It was a good thing he could fly as he hovered over the dinosaur. He looked around and then snagged the ball in one hand and gave a tug.
The tail came up and at him. Quick, he let go of the dragon ball and flipped back before the tail could hit him. “That was close!” He whispered to himself.
He followed the dinosaur and waited for the spike tail to calm down before he placed the dragon radar in his pocket and reached down to try again. This time he grabbed the ball with both hands and tugged. Which sent him flying backwards as one of the spikes broke and the momentum sent him smack into a tree with a loud, “Oof!”
Shaking his head he rolled his arms and winced. He could barely move and had heard and felt bones in his back crack. Quickly he took out a senzu bean from his pocket - one that wasn’t in the knapsack and stuffed it into his mouth. Before anything worse could happen, like being completely paralyzed.
The spike tail had noticed him and lifted its head to call attention to him. Several dinosaurs turned to him, most with spike tails, or horns on their heads. The ones that had hot tempers.
He lifted up into the air, quick to grab the three star dragon ball and gulped as they charged at where he’d been and knocked more than one tree down.
“Sorry, guys! But I needed this!” He waved the dragon ball he held and placed it away with the others. “I’m sorry if anyone got hurt!” Not that he wouldn’t eat them if he had the time. But it was getting dark and he was hungry. But with them all agitated now they’d be on high alert. Not the best time to go hunting.
Still there were plenty of fruit trees. And some had leaves and fruit that none but the long necked dinosaurs could even get to. So shaking some branches he let the fruit fall down as a peace offering while stuffing his own face with the different fruits he found.
He hoped the last dragon ball, the seven star, wasn’t going to be difficult. The quicker he found it the sooner he could make his wishes.
“It would have been more fun with one or more of my friends along…” he sighed, but he hadn’t wanted anyone to know why he was looking for the dragon balls. Even if he’d told Bulma, he doubted anyone else would want to know. Most probably would not be okay with the wishes he wanted to make.
Glancing at the dragon ball radar as he finished another red pear he blinked. “It’s not too far away,” he mused and debated whether to go snag it right then and there, or wait till morning.
With a grin he lifted up off of the tree branch he’d been sitting on and zoomed in the direction the radar indicated his next target was.
Soon, he’d be able to summon Shenron and make his wishes known. He just hoped there was a possibility of them being granted due to some restrictions that had been mentioned before. Well, if some things could not be granted he could always ask for something else instead, even if it wasn’t one of his greatest desires. Not like he’d made wishes for himself before, but… not all of his wishes were for him alone.
Vegeta had awoke that morning to find Kakarot gone, but a hot breakfast spread out on the kitchen table. He’d eaten every last bite before turning on the cleaning bots and making his way to Capsule Corp.
Bulma hadn’t known where Kakarot had gotten to. But he could just tell she was hiding something as she kept glancing at him with a grin.
“Woman, are you flirting with me!?”
“No! Vegeta, I just find it funny that you’re so concerned about Goku.”
“I’m not concerned!”
“Then why are you still here?”
“My children live here.”
“But Trunks is out with Goten and Bulla is with her study group at the library.”
He crossed his arms over his chest and scowled. “So?”
“You’re obviously not here for them. You think Goku is going to show up here first when he’s done with his little adventure?”
He whirled around and quirked a brow, “What little adventure?”
She placed her hands over her mouth. “Oops! I can’t tell you. I promised I wouldn’t tell anyone.”
“What is Kakarot up to, woman?”
She shook her head with a chuckle. “It’s a surprise.”
“I hate surprises!”
“I still never understood why. Surprises can be so, so, so ooo good!”
“Tch! It is best for your mind that you don’t know.” He could never tell her. He did not believe she would understand and nor did he need any pity. Some things were meant to be buried and never brought up again.
“Does this have anything to do with your time with Frieza?”
His body froze at the mention of that blasted cold blooded lizard. The reptiles of Earth had more heart than that tyrant and his relatives.
“I struck a nerve, I see. I won’t pry, Vegeta, but you need to talk to someone, sometime.”
“No. I do not!” He swung around. “That time in my life is over. There is no reason to discuss it.”
“Talking can help Vegeta. Getting it all of your chest would help you a great deal.”
“It is not the Saiyan way to talk about things that are done and over with!”
She shook her head. “Vegeta, you should at least talk to Goku about it.”
“He wasn’t even there! He was a baby when he was sent away. Then the fool went and hit his head and forgot everything.”
Bulma’s eyes widened. “Does that really matter?”
Vegeta huffed. “He knows nothing about being a Saiyan. Other than the urge to fight and get stronger. Of course he doesn’t kill his opponents unless he absolutely has to.”
“You want him to kill?”
His eye twitched. “He knows nothing of Saiyan customs or our culture. It wasn’t all about fighting and killing.”
“Well, you never did tell him much. You could teach him.”
“Like it matters when it’s just the two of us.”
Bulma glanced away and placed a finger on her bottom lip. “Are you sure it’s only the two of you? Weren’t other babies sent out into space?”
“Whenever Frieza found any that had survived, what do you think he did? Especially if they were defiant, or showed too much potential?”
“Oh… but is there not any possibility there might be other survivors?”
“I… don’t know.”
“Well, if you’re going off into space, maybe you and Goku will run into other Saiyans. Maybe on planets you have never visited that didn’t get wiped out. Or perhaps some survived but while you were doing what you had to, maybe they were out in space and just never ran into each other. The universe is very big after all.”
Vegeta’s brows furrowed deeper. “I never thought about it that way. Not much anyway.”
“Just don’t get your hopes up too much Vegeta. It’s possible that you’re right and there are no other survivors.”
“I know, but even if there’s one or two more out there somewhere , I need to find them.”
“So you have someone to rule over?”
“No! What is the point of having so few other Saiyans to boss around? Our race would never be able to make a comeback, but it would be nice to have a few others that understand the Saiyan way and know the culture and rituals of my people.”
“What about Goku? If you found other Saiyans… what would happen to him?”
“Even though he was born into the third class, with his power level… being even greater than mine,” he muttered, gloved hands curled into fists “he’d be a member of the Elite. Possibly my bodyguard. He could even challenge me for the crown.”
“I… can’t see Goku doing that.”
“Neither can I. But if my father were alive and knew… well…”
“He’d feel threatened?”
Vegeta nodded. “Yes. I may have been close to that man when I was a child, but after what happened with Frieza and some of the things Nappa and Raditz told me before they died… that man was cold. He could possibly have become the next Frieza if that monstrosity had met his end before he did and the planet and the Saiyans hadn’t been destroyed.”
Bulma’s eyes widened. “I have never heard you talk about your father like that.”
“I did not wish to admit his faults. He was my father after all and the king of the Saiyan race.”
“What would…”
Vegeta glanced up from where he stared at the floor, “What is it?”
“What would he think of Trunks and Bulla?”
Vegeta winced. “He would not approve of them. He might even try to kill them.”
Her eyes grew wide, “What! Not my babies!”
“It was instilled from a very early age that half-breeds were inferior and unwelcome. That they diluted and weakened the blood line.”
“Now that’s just awful.”
“Not to mention the worry of sterility as some hybrids just cannot breed. Like the mule on this planet.”
“Well, Gohan has a daughter with Videl.”
“That’s true. But even so, Saiyans frown upon mating with anyone but other Saiyans. Even if there are those who don’t care. But I think it is also because of the scents given off. It’s an instinct. Saiyans can’t truly bond with anyone but another Saiyan. There’s the worry that a half-Saiyan could never form a true connection with a full-blood.”
Bulma closed her eyes and rubbed the fingers of one hand over her forehead. “That could present a problem.”
“What?”
She blinked and shook her head. “Oh, nothing, Vegeta. I was just imagining what life would have been like if Trunks and Bulla grew up on Vegetasei.”
Vegeta gulped. “I would have worried for their safety. Or, if I were still on the same wavelength as my father and many of our people I’m not sure I would have let our children live.”
“What!?”
He raised a hand. “I can’t be sure, Bulma,” for one of the few times he called her by her name, rather than woman , “but if it weren’t me, it would be my father and other Elite.”
She placed her hands on her hips. “That’s horrid, Vegeta!”
“Saiyans are horrid. We’re apparently evil.”
“I still think that is a choice! Most people follow their leaders unless there’s a revolution. I imagine that if not for Frieza your father might have been challenged for the crown. A Civil War could have broke out.”

“We’ll never know. It might be better that way,” he sighed. As much as it would have been nice to have other Saiyans around, because of Frieza and the whole Cold Empire, he was alone save for Kakarot. There were their offspring, but they did not grow up on Vegetasei. They knew even less than Kakarot, and had human blood coursing through their veins.
Bulma said nothing. She worried that to do so might give away what Goku had planned. She could tell her ex-lover had much on his mind. The man was surely conflicted in regards to his own people, as much as Vegeta had always been filled with pride over his race. There were moments like this where he seemed to waver before getting even more cranky as she liked to call his mood and denying that he truly thought that way.
Vegeta frowned. “I’m going to go train. I’ll show Kakarot what happens when he just ups and disappears!” He turned and left Capsule Corp and hurried home, ready to slam his fist into the next person he saw if any got in his way.
Bulma shook her head and walked over to one of the windows of her home. “Goku, I hope you know what you’re doing. I do worry for your children with Chichi and my own with Vegeta.” If Saiyans looked down upon demi-Saiyanjin’s then their families might be in danger with what she knew her friend had in mind to wish for. If such wishes could even be granted by Shenron.

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Anyway I hope you all enjoy the chapter. And for those who celebrate, Merry Christmas! And those who don't, well whatever Holiday you celebrate, Happy Holidays!
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