A Saiyan Way of Life
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Interlude I - The Twin Terrors
Title: A Saiyan Way of Life
Author: 2dragonkat
Summary: Sequel to my fic Alternate Reality. Life for the Saiyan family after Buu. Goku/Vegeta, Piccolo/Gohan, future Trunks/Goten.
Discalimer: ...sigh...yes I'll admit it, none of these characters are mine, I just hijacked them for my story. I'll give them back, I promise.
Rating: Mature for some chapters.
Overall Warnings: explicit yaoi, mpreg, angst, deviation from the DBZ plot but Uub will be present (just as a plot device), and bashing of various DBZ ladies.
AN: Hi again everyone. I managed to survive my punishment for the last chapter (author winces and glances at a leather clad Piccolo and Gohan)...just barely. This story is almost finishd being written, though long from finishing up posting. Another chapter seems to be turning into another two-parter, but it's too early to tell. The epilogue will be the last thing I do, still debating whether to make it drabbles like this chapter or just a regular chapter. I'm excited to almost have this done. As fun as this has been to write I need a break. There is a sequel planned, cause I can't finish closing up every plot I open up in this one, so there's gonna be something more. But that's a very long time in coming. I'm going to be trying to broaden my fanbase and write some stuff for other anime I like. If anyone has any suggestions feel free to give a shout. There's a lot of anime I want to watch because of their potential for yaoi and stuff, and their large fanbase. But again, I'm rambling. The point right now is this here chapter.
I hope everyone enjoys this chapter. This is just a pointless chapter, hense why it's called interlude. We're taking a break from the action here people. After I wrote ch6 i decided to write some lighter, happier drabbles to make up for the angst of last chapter...so here ya go.
Warnings for this chapter: let me see...lots of pranks and references to Master Roshi's pervert ways.
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Interlude I – The Twin Terrors
WC: 2,264
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Halloween
Goten smiled happily, flying beside his best friend, looping around him as he chanted the mantra he had been saying since the incident that morning at school. In all his nine years of life he had never had an advantage over Trunks, it just never happened. Trunks was the ring-leader in their relationship and he backed him up, in whatever scheme he came up with.
That had, of course, lead to many incidents where Goten was highly embarrassed about something he had accidentally revealed, and Trunks took advantage of it. When Trunks had found out last year that Goten’s favorite color was purple, which was considered a girly color by their peers, Trunks had not left him alone and had dared him to do many outrageous things. But Goten had been rescued by their big brother who pointed out Trunks himself had purple hair.
After that the topic was never discussed again.
But now…oh now, Goten had one-up on Trunks and planned to pay his best friend back for all of the embarrassing situations he had been thrust into.
They landed at home and Goten continued to bounce around Trunks, grinning into his friend’s stormy face, repeating over and over the secret that had been revealed. They went inside and found their Papa just putting some snacks on the kitchen table for them. “How was school today, boys,” Vegeta asked, giving them both a kiss on their foreheads. “Did everyone like your costumes?”
“It was great Papa,” Goten cheered, hoping onto one stool with Trunks grumpily getting into another. “Our costumes were a big hit.”
Goten stuffed his mouth and looked down at his costume. Their Papa had made the costumes for them. They were replicas of Saiyan armor, his under-suit was dark green and Trunks’ was blue, and they both had the white and gold armor with shoulder pads. He smiled and hummed cheerfully, still eating, while Trunks slumped in his chair, crossing his arms and moping.
“What’s wrong with you Trunks,” Vegeta asked, placing a hand on his son’s shoulder.
“Nothing,” Trunks mumbled, not looking at his Papa.
“He’s just mad I found out he’s afraid of dogs. A friend in class dressed up like one and he scared Trunks so bad I though he was gonna pee his pants,” Goten said, laughing and smiling at his Papa.
There was stunned silence at the statement, with Trunks glaring at Goten and Goten smirking back. They both looked up when they heard a snort. Their Papa was holding a hand over his mouth and his eyes were wide. His shoulders shook and both boys were worried he wasn’t feeling well.
But a moment later their worries were tossed aside as Vegeta burst out laughing. He held his sides, trying to say something but only getting gasps out because of his chuckling. He pointed a single finger at Trunks, continuing to laugh and leaning against the counter.
Trunks blushed a ridiculous shade of red that clashed horribly with his hair and shouted out, “IT’S NOT FUNNY!”
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Exploring
Trunks crouched to the ground, peaking over a bush, looking left and right. He gave an embarrassing squeak when something brushed against him and he turned wide eyes to his traveling companion Goten. “Shush,” he said dramatically. “We don’t want to disturb the wild life. We’re explorers Goten. We have to be quiet.”
Goten nodded in understanding, looking over the bush into the quiet landscape before them. This morning they had decided to go exploring, putting on explorer clothes, and ate an explorer’s breakfast, before going out and stalking into the forest to spend their day. They had packed their lunches, putting them into their back packs that held everything an explorer would need.
Trunks dropped to his belly, slinking forward, shimming from one bush to the next, cringing whenever he made a twig snap because he didn’t want to alert any animals in the vicinity to his presence. Goten mirrored his moves, slinking and sliding through the underbrush of the forest.
They both jumped behind a bush when they heard the crunch of footsteps in front of them. They peeked through the branches and saw Piccolo striding towards their home. He walked steadily, arms crossed, staring straight ahead. He paused when he came to the bush they were squeezed into. He slowly turned his head, looking down at their hiding place. If he had eyebrows, he would have raised one in amusement, as it was he just shook his head, muttering about how he’ll never understand children. He continued his journey, weaving through the trees and disappearing from the explorer’s view in a matter of moments.
When Trunks thought the coast was clear he slowly snuck out of the bush, looking back and forth with sharp twists of his head. He lifted one hand and motioned for Goten to come out. Once they were side by side Trunks started to lead them further into the ‘unknown.’
They ducked back and forth behind trees, eagerly looking at everything around. Trunks had pulled out a pad of paper, making notes (which were just random scribbles) as he had seen people on TV do. Goten pulled out some binoculars, looking through them into the small patches of sky seen through the canopy.
He giggled in embarrassment when Trunks snatched the binoculars out of his hands and turned them around…Goten had wondered why everything had seemed so far away. Trunks rolled his eyes, rubbing his forehead at his friend’s actions.
They found a stream sometime later and decided to stop to eat their lunch…which was really a snack by Saiyan standards, cause they didn’t have large enough bags to carry all that food. “This is fun Trunks. I like explorin’,” Goten said, laying back in the grass and staring up at the clouds.
Trunks laid down next to his best friend, also looking up at the clouds, resting his head on his backpack. They lay together in companionable silence until they had both fallen into a deep sleep under the sun.
Vegeta found them about an hour later. He had made lunch and when his sons didn’t come running at the chi blast he sent out to call them home, he set put to find out what was holding them up. He gracefully maneuvered around the large trees; his eyes were hard but at the same time worried. But when he made it to the clearing he sensed his sons in, his shoulders lost their tension and his eyes warmed at the sight of the two boys asleep, curled together next to a stream.
He chuckled at the sight of their ‘supplies’ strewn around the area and he glanced at their notes and the remains of their snack. He knelt down next to them, shaking them awake with gentle nudges to their shoulders. They woke up, knuckling their eyes and sitting up. “Time for lunch boys,” Vegeta said, standing up and sauntering back to the house. “Grab your things and come home. You don’t want your food to get cold…or eaten by your father.”
Vegeta outright laughed at the blurs of demi-saiyans that dashed past him towards the house, bags flapping behind them in their rush to save their meal.
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The Birds and the Bees
“Hey Trunks.”
“Yeah Goten?”
“…I don’t think I like girls…”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah…they’re just…too squishy…”
...pause...
“Hey Goten.”
“Yeah Trunks?”
“…I don’t like girls either…”
Their day had started out like any other day. A thirteen year old Trunks and a twelve year old Goten had eaten a superb breakfast courtesy of their Papa and then had retreated outside to their hideout to plan out the events of the day.
Their hideout was a tree house they had built with their dad a year ago, about a mile away from their home. Inside they had lots of pillows and a little table with lots of paper and pencils. This was where they managed to conjure up their best pranks…like the hair dye fiasco with their parents or the vinegar disaster at the party five months ago.
Today they had a new agenda. They were going to fly out to Kami Island and do a prank on Master Roshi, because the old man was long over due in their eyes. They drew out plans, deciding they would catch the man while he napped and would draw on his face with permanent marker, stick one of his hands in warm water, and fill the other hand with honey then tickle his nose.
They smirked evilly at one another, an inherited trait from their Papa and quickly grabbed the supplies from their house before flying off to Kami Island. They touched down, snickering to one another as they neared the house. They could tell after a quick chi check that Krillin and his family were not home, so this was the best opportunity to pull their prank.
They crept up to the house, keeping low to the ground and suppressing their energy so they wouldn’t be detected. The Twin Terrors plastered themselves to one side of the house, right below a window. Trunks frowned at Goten as he heard noises coming from what sounded like a TV with Master Roshi shouting at it. Goten’s shoulders sank, and they knew they would have to wait a while.
After about ten minutes of waiting Trunks became curious to what Roshi was watching. From the groans and moans it sounded like it could be some fighting show, and the way Roshi kept saying, “Yeah. Go for it. Give it to her,” Trunks suspected that it was women fighting. He raised himself up a bit so he could peak over the window sill because he had never seen women fight and he wondered if it was different than how men fight. The only woman he had ever seen fight was 18…’But that was different,’ Trunks thought. ‘Cause she fights like Papa does.’
As he raised himself up his shirt sleeve was caught by Goten and he looked down questioningly at his friend. “What are you doing Trunks,” Goten asked in a hushed whisper.
“I just want to see what he’s watching. It sounds like women are fighting and I want to see.”
“You think so?”
“Yeah, just listen to it, dumb-dumb.”
Goten cocked his head, listening intently before he nodded his head. “Yeah it does sound like it, let’s take a peek.”
Trunks nodded and the two of them lifted themselves up, gripping the edge of the window with their hands, pulling themselves up so they could peek over the edge. They first saw Roshi sitting on the end of a couch, shouting with a big drooling grin on his face. They then looked over to the TV.
Their eyes widened to unimaginable proportions and they carefully glanced at one another. This wasn’t any kind of fighting they had ever seen. They looked back at the TV.
For one thing the men and women were naked. For another they were on beds or in showers which weren’t places you fight. And also…the men were putting their…into the women’s…
Both boys let go of the window sill, plopping down simultaneously on the beach sand. They were silent for a while. Then Trunks started to crawl away from the house, Goten trailing after him. They took off once they reached the surf, flying back to their hideout quickly. They arrived in minutes, both sitting down heavily and contemplating what they had just seen.
“So…that’s sex…I guess…” Trunks murmured after a few minutes of thoughtful silence.
“Yeah…between a guy and a girl…” Goten replied.
Silence fell over them again before Goten spoke up once more.
“Hey Trunks.”
“Yeah Goten?”
“…I don’t think I like girls…”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah…they’re just…too squishy…”
...pause...
“Hey Goten.”
“Yeah Trunks?”
“…I don’t think I like girls either…”
...pause...
“Hey Trunks.”
“Yeah Goten?”
“…I think I like boys though…”
“Yeah?”
“Mmhmm…”
...pause...
“Hey Goten.”
“Yeah Trunks?”
“…me too…”
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Bad Hair Day
“How do they manage to do it,” Goku said, staring at his shocked expression in the mirror. Vegeta stood beside him, looking at his own reflection, his own face a splitting-image of Goku’s.
“How do they know whose it whose,” Goku asked. “We’ve never told them.”
“I’m not sure I care how they know. All I care about is if we can wish them back with the Dragonballs…after I kill them for this,” Vegeta growled, slowly fingering his hair…which was now neon green.
“I don’t think we have to go to that extreme Vegeta,” Goku remarked, not sounding very convincing, wincing as he looked at his own, now grey hair.
“Kakarot,” Vegeta said, turning towards his mate with a hand on his hip. “You look like an old man…and Saiyans don’t age.”
Goku looked at his mate and nodded. Their backs stiffened though at the snap of a camera shutter…several snaps in fact. Their heads whipped around to the two adolescent boys in the doorway to their bathroom. The Twin Terrors (aka Trunks and Goten) stood laughing, pointing at their parents and nearly crying with mirth, holding a camera.
A strong wind blasted them back a few steps and they stared fearfully at their now super Saiyan fathers…
…before their eyes widened in disbelief and they burst out laughing again, falling onto the floor in their mirth.
Their fathers turned to each other then screamed at one another, pointing in horror at each other’s hair. “YOUR HAIR,” they screamed together.
Apparently going into Super Saiyan mode with non-black hair was not a good idea…not at all.
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Review, review, review please. Feedback is much needed and appreciated. Thanks in advance.
And I promise some G&V smut in the next chapter...since it's been so long. XD
Now time for thanks:
J-chan: Thanks hun. Love ya too. The plot bunnies are so evil.
Foxxy Jones: So sorry hun. Not only was I mean to Piccolo and Gohan, I was mean to their fans. O_O Didn't realize that until now. I'm glad you still like the story hun. Things will get better.
PM: I promise hun, poor little Gohan is going to get through this just fine. He's a strong boy and he's got lots of support.
Zofo: I really loved Vegeta in this chapter, I had debated having Goku find Gohan, but I thought Vegeta understood the situation the best. And as I was writing it I started thinking about their relationship and I brought that in a bit to the situation. I'm glad you liked it, even with the saddness.
MeggieBeggie: I'm super happy you're loving this story. It's such a nice feeling knowing people are enjoying what I'm doing.
TTFN
Author: 2dragonkat
Summary: Sequel to my fic Alternate Reality. Life for the Saiyan family after Buu. Goku/Vegeta, Piccolo/Gohan, future Trunks/Goten.
Discalimer: ...sigh...yes I'll admit it, none of these characters are mine, I just hijacked them for my story. I'll give them back, I promise.
Rating: Mature for some chapters.
Overall Warnings: explicit yaoi, mpreg, angst, deviation from the DBZ plot but Uub will be present (just as a plot device), and bashing of various DBZ ladies.
AN: Hi again everyone. I managed to survive my punishment for the last chapter (author winces and glances at a leather clad Piccolo and Gohan)...just barely. This story is almost finishd being written, though long from finishing up posting. Another chapter seems to be turning into another two-parter, but it's too early to tell. The epilogue will be the last thing I do, still debating whether to make it drabbles like this chapter or just a regular chapter. I'm excited to almost have this done. As fun as this has been to write I need a break. There is a sequel planned, cause I can't finish closing up every plot I open up in this one, so there's gonna be something more. But that's a very long time in coming. I'm going to be trying to broaden my fanbase and write some stuff for other anime I like. If anyone has any suggestions feel free to give a shout. There's a lot of anime I want to watch because of their potential for yaoi and stuff, and their large fanbase. But again, I'm rambling. The point right now is this here chapter.
I hope everyone enjoys this chapter. This is just a pointless chapter, hense why it's called interlude. We're taking a break from the action here people. After I wrote ch6 i decided to write some lighter, happier drabbles to make up for the angst of last chapter...so here ya go.
Warnings for this chapter: let me see...lots of pranks and references to Master Roshi's pervert ways.
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Interlude I – The Twin Terrors
WC: 2,264
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Halloween
Goten smiled happily, flying beside his best friend, looping around him as he chanted the mantra he had been saying since the incident that morning at school. In all his nine years of life he had never had an advantage over Trunks, it just never happened. Trunks was the ring-leader in their relationship and he backed him up, in whatever scheme he came up with.
That had, of course, lead to many incidents where Goten was highly embarrassed about something he had accidentally revealed, and Trunks took advantage of it. When Trunks had found out last year that Goten’s favorite color was purple, which was considered a girly color by their peers, Trunks had not left him alone and had dared him to do many outrageous things. But Goten had been rescued by their big brother who pointed out Trunks himself had purple hair.
After that the topic was never discussed again.
But now…oh now, Goten had one-up on Trunks and planned to pay his best friend back for all of the embarrassing situations he had been thrust into.
They landed at home and Goten continued to bounce around Trunks, grinning into his friend’s stormy face, repeating over and over the secret that had been revealed. They went inside and found their Papa just putting some snacks on the kitchen table for them. “How was school today, boys,” Vegeta asked, giving them both a kiss on their foreheads. “Did everyone like your costumes?”
“It was great Papa,” Goten cheered, hoping onto one stool with Trunks grumpily getting into another. “Our costumes were a big hit.”
Goten stuffed his mouth and looked down at his costume. Their Papa had made the costumes for them. They were replicas of Saiyan armor, his under-suit was dark green and Trunks’ was blue, and they both had the white and gold armor with shoulder pads. He smiled and hummed cheerfully, still eating, while Trunks slumped in his chair, crossing his arms and moping.
“What’s wrong with you Trunks,” Vegeta asked, placing a hand on his son’s shoulder.
“Nothing,” Trunks mumbled, not looking at his Papa.
“He’s just mad I found out he’s afraid of dogs. A friend in class dressed up like one and he scared Trunks so bad I though he was gonna pee his pants,” Goten said, laughing and smiling at his Papa.
There was stunned silence at the statement, with Trunks glaring at Goten and Goten smirking back. They both looked up when they heard a snort. Their Papa was holding a hand over his mouth and his eyes were wide. His shoulders shook and both boys were worried he wasn’t feeling well.
But a moment later their worries were tossed aside as Vegeta burst out laughing. He held his sides, trying to say something but only getting gasps out because of his chuckling. He pointed a single finger at Trunks, continuing to laugh and leaning against the counter.
Trunks blushed a ridiculous shade of red that clashed horribly with his hair and shouted out, “IT’S NOT FUNNY!”
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Exploring
Trunks crouched to the ground, peaking over a bush, looking left and right. He gave an embarrassing squeak when something brushed against him and he turned wide eyes to his traveling companion Goten. “Shush,” he said dramatically. “We don’t want to disturb the wild life. We’re explorers Goten. We have to be quiet.”
Goten nodded in understanding, looking over the bush into the quiet landscape before them. This morning they had decided to go exploring, putting on explorer clothes, and ate an explorer’s breakfast, before going out and stalking into the forest to spend their day. They had packed their lunches, putting them into their back packs that held everything an explorer would need.
Trunks dropped to his belly, slinking forward, shimming from one bush to the next, cringing whenever he made a twig snap because he didn’t want to alert any animals in the vicinity to his presence. Goten mirrored his moves, slinking and sliding through the underbrush of the forest.
They both jumped behind a bush when they heard the crunch of footsteps in front of them. They peeked through the branches and saw Piccolo striding towards their home. He walked steadily, arms crossed, staring straight ahead. He paused when he came to the bush they were squeezed into. He slowly turned his head, looking down at their hiding place. If he had eyebrows, he would have raised one in amusement, as it was he just shook his head, muttering about how he’ll never understand children. He continued his journey, weaving through the trees and disappearing from the explorer’s view in a matter of moments.
When Trunks thought the coast was clear he slowly snuck out of the bush, looking back and forth with sharp twists of his head. He lifted one hand and motioned for Goten to come out. Once they were side by side Trunks started to lead them further into the ‘unknown.’
They ducked back and forth behind trees, eagerly looking at everything around. Trunks had pulled out a pad of paper, making notes (which were just random scribbles) as he had seen people on TV do. Goten pulled out some binoculars, looking through them into the small patches of sky seen through the canopy.
He giggled in embarrassment when Trunks snatched the binoculars out of his hands and turned them around…Goten had wondered why everything had seemed so far away. Trunks rolled his eyes, rubbing his forehead at his friend’s actions.
They found a stream sometime later and decided to stop to eat their lunch…which was really a snack by Saiyan standards, cause they didn’t have large enough bags to carry all that food. “This is fun Trunks. I like explorin’,” Goten said, laying back in the grass and staring up at the clouds.
Trunks laid down next to his best friend, also looking up at the clouds, resting his head on his backpack. They lay together in companionable silence until they had both fallen into a deep sleep under the sun.
Vegeta found them about an hour later. He had made lunch and when his sons didn’t come running at the chi blast he sent out to call them home, he set put to find out what was holding them up. He gracefully maneuvered around the large trees; his eyes were hard but at the same time worried. But when he made it to the clearing he sensed his sons in, his shoulders lost their tension and his eyes warmed at the sight of the two boys asleep, curled together next to a stream.
He chuckled at the sight of their ‘supplies’ strewn around the area and he glanced at their notes and the remains of their snack. He knelt down next to them, shaking them awake with gentle nudges to their shoulders. They woke up, knuckling their eyes and sitting up. “Time for lunch boys,” Vegeta said, standing up and sauntering back to the house. “Grab your things and come home. You don’t want your food to get cold…or eaten by your father.”
Vegeta outright laughed at the blurs of demi-saiyans that dashed past him towards the house, bags flapping behind them in their rush to save their meal.
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The Birds and the Bees
“Hey Trunks.”
“Yeah Goten?”
“…I don’t think I like girls…”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah…they’re just…too squishy…”
...pause...
“Hey Goten.”
“Yeah Trunks?”
“…I don’t like girls either…”
Their day had started out like any other day. A thirteen year old Trunks and a twelve year old Goten had eaten a superb breakfast courtesy of their Papa and then had retreated outside to their hideout to plan out the events of the day.
Their hideout was a tree house they had built with their dad a year ago, about a mile away from their home. Inside they had lots of pillows and a little table with lots of paper and pencils. This was where they managed to conjure up their best pranks…like the hair dye fiasco with their parents or the vinegar disaster at the party five months ago.
Today they had a new agenda. They were going to fly out to Kami Island and do a prank on Master Roshi, because the old man was long over due in their eyes. They drew out plans, deciding they would catch the man while he napped and would draw on his face with permanent marker, stick one of his hands in warm water, and fill the other hand with honey then tickle his nose.
They smirked evilly at one another, an inherited trait from their Papa and quickly grabbed the supplies from their house before flying off to Kami Island. They touched down, snickering to one another as they neared the house. They could tell after a quick chi check that Krillin and his family were not home, so this was the best opportunity to pull their prank.
They crept up to the house, keeping low to the ground and suppressing their energy so they wouldn’t be detected. The Twin Terrors plastered themselves to one side of the house, right below a window. Trunks frowned at Goten as he heard noises coming from what sounded like a TV with Master Roshi shouting at it. Goten’s shoulders sank, and they knew they would have to wait a while.
After about ten minutes of waiting Trunks became curious to what Roshi was watching. From the groans and moans it sounded like it could be some fighting show, and the way Roshi kept saying, “Yeah. Go for it. Give it to her,” Trunks suspected that it was women fighting. He raised himself up a bit so he could peak over the window sill because he had never seen women fight and he wondered if it was different than how men fight. The only woman he had ever seen fight was 18…’But that was different,’ Trunks thought. ‘Cause she fights like Papa does.’
As he raised himself up his shirt sleeve was caught by Goten and he looked down questioningly at his friend. “What are you doing Trunks,” Goten asked in a hushed whisper.
“I just want to see what he’s watching. It sounds like women are fighting and I want to see.”
“You think so?”
“Yeah, just listen to it, dumb-dumb.”
Goten cocked his head, listening intently before he nodded his head. “Yeah it does sound like it, let’s take a peek.”
Trunks nodded and the two of them lifted themselves up, gripping the edge of the window with their hands, pulling themselves up so they could peek over the edge. They first saw Roshi sitting on the end of a couch, shouting with a big drooling grin on his face. They then looked over to the TV.
Their eyes widened to unimaginable proportions and they carefully glanced at one another. This wasn’t any kind of fighting they had ever seen. They looked back at the TV.
For one thing the men and women were naked. For another they were on beds or in showers which weren’t places you fight. And also…the men were putting their…into the women’s…
Both boys let go of the window sill, plopping down simultaneously on the beach sand. They were silent for a while. Then Trunks started to crawl away from the house, Goten trailing after him. They took off once they reached the surf, flying back to their hideout quickly. They arrived in minutes, both sitting down heavily and contemplating what they had just seen.
“So…that’s sex…I guess…” Trunks murmured after a few minutes of thoughtful silence.
“Yeah…between a guy and a girl…” Goten replied.
Silence fell over them again before Goten spoke up once more.
“Hey Trunks.”
“Yeah Goten?”
“…I don’t think I like girls…”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah…they’re just…too squishy…”
...pause...
“Hey Goten.”
“Yeah Trunks?”
“…I don’t think I like girls either…”
...pause...
“Hey Trunks.”
“Yeah Goten?”
“…I think I like boys though…”
“Yeah?”
“Mmhmm…”
...pause...
“Hey Goten.”
“Yeah Trunks?”
“…me too…”
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Bad Hair Day
“How do they manage to do it,” Goku said, staring at his shocked expression in the mirror. Vegeta stood beside him, looking at his own reflection, his own face a splitting-image of Goku’s.
“How do they know whose it whose,” Goku asked. “We’ve never told them.”
“I’m not sure I care how they know. All I care about is if we can wish them back with the Dragonballs…after I kill them for this,” Vegeta growled, slowly fingering his hair…which was now neon green.
“I don’t think we have to go to that extreme Vegeta,” Goku remarked, not sounding very convincing, wincing as he looked at his own, now grey hair.
“Kakarot,” Vegeta said, turning towards his mate with a hand on his hip. “You look like an old man…and Saiyans don’t age.”
Goku looked at his mate and nodded. Their backs stiffened though at the snap of a camera shutter…several snaps in fact. Their heads whipped around to the two adolescent boys in the doorway to their bathroom. The Twin Terrors (aka Trunks and Goten) stood laughing, pointing at their parents and nearly crying with mirth, holding a camera.
A strong wind blasted them back a few steps and they stared fearfully at their now super Saiyan fathers…
…before their eyes widened in disbelief and they burst out laughing again, falling onto the floor in their mirth.
Their fathers turned to each other then screamed at one another, pointing in horror at each other’s hair. “YOUR HAIR,” they screamed together.
Apparently going into Super Saiyan mode with non-black hair was not a good idea…not at all.
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Review, review, review please. Feedback is much needed and appreciated. Thanks in advance.
And I promise some G&V smut in the next chapter...since it's been so long. XD
Now time for thanks:
J-chan: Thanks hun. Love ya too. The plot bunnies are so evil.
Foxxy Jones: So sorry hun. Not only was I mean to Piccolo and Gohan, I was mean to their fans. O_O Didn't realize that until now. I'm glad you still like the story hun. Things will get better.
PM: I promise hun, poor little Gohan is going to get through this just fine. He's a strong boy and he's got lots of support.
Zofo: I really loved Vegeta in this chapter, I had debated having Goku find Gohan, but I thought Vegeta understood the situation the best. And as I was writing it I started thinking about their relationship and I brought that in a bit to the situation. I'm glad you liked it, even with the saddness.
MeggieBeggie: I'm super happy you're loving this story. It's such a nice feeling knowing people are enjoying what I'm doing.
TTFN